The Storm

The clouds come rolling in.
They all know whats about to begin.

The storm is brewing again tonight,
another long, thoughtless fight.

Thunder flashes across his eyes,
he screams he's sick and tired of lies.

She replies back with her head held high,
he tells her to shutup, "I'm talking!", she sighs.

The words come pouring down that weren't meant to be said. He doesn't know what he's saying, the alcohol's gone to his head.

The kids are crying in the background, is it music to his ears? The pounding of the rain isn't as loud as their tears.

They all wait it out for when the sun will shine again,
they pray for the next morning when it will come to an end.