Screaming Through the Rain.

The drops are slapping the ground,
Almost like punishing it,
Where have I seen that before?

I hear the front door slam,
Running to the window,
I trip on the way,
Headlights stream through the windows.

I rush down the stairs,
Open the doors,
Just in time to see her pull away,
I fall to my knees,
My tears match the rain drops.

Screaming through the rain,
Drained by thunder,
It's only a hush whisper,
As I sit on the ground,
Waiting for her to turn around.

My dad,
Comes out,
Drink in hand,
Smoke in the other.

I stand up,
And scream in his face,
But the booze,
Wont let him hear.

"I hate you!"
I scream at him,
A sharp pain,
Runs through my cheek,
I stop,
Just staring at him in awe.

I shake my head,
And run to the street,
Hoping for mom,
To be there,
Her arms open wide,
Ready for my tears.

The rain in slapping the ground,
My scream, hushed from the rain,
I just want her here.