Calm After the Storm

Calm After the Storm

Sitting in my bedroom,
staring at a grey outside.
I sigh a sad depression,
as rain starts to fall.

Tears roll down my face,
droplets of water tap my window.
I trace them with my fingers,
as they slide down the glass.

Trees are violently shaking,
from the very strong winds.
A thunderstorm is brewing,
I felt it in my heart.

Lightning is striking afar,
sounds of thunder follow.
Hugging my knees I sit,
hoping for a better day.

Another argument in the books,
I stormed out crying again.
Now I'm watching the storm,
there is no where else to hide.

Time passes as the rain pours,
it gives me time to think.
I hate the way we always fight,
more violent than the winds.

Voices are always booming,
like the thunder outside.
Quick to make judgments,
almost like the lightning.

Slowly the rain is stopping,
as I wipe my tears away.
The aftermath I see outside,
nothing like my life.

Suddenly my parents come in,
and apologize to me.
Stunned, I looked outside,
I see the sun smiling down.