The Storm Inside

It cracks, the thunder,
as the rain begins to fall.
Pitter patter, pitter patter,
It's the rainstorms southern drawl.

Drip drop here, drip drop there.
The raining echo calls.
You can hear it calling
even here inside these walls.

Run, run, as fast as you can,
get away from the rolling boom.
Don't let it catch you, just get away,
or this will be your doom.

You fall with a plunk,
just like the rain,
and now you find yourself wailing.

You can't get up.
You can't turn away.
You're like an abandoned ship left sailing.