Words Can't Cover Me

Storm

The storm had come and gone by the time you could get a record on.
I could hear the laughter booming from what felt like the speakers of the living room.
My ears are flooding, blood rushing, heart pumping, head pounding.
I can feel it throughout my body.
I sat with the rain.
Staring far beyond my window sill into its harsh droplets against the pavement.
Like a stampede that wasn't meant to last.
I'm on the edge of my seat watching.
And then it comes to a sudden and abrupt end.
I come back to the real world.
The laughter and playful atmosphere of the children playing in the room next door leaks through my threshold.
The trees are my favorite shade of green and the leaves have the sky's teardrops trickling off slowly every so often reminding me of what it was just moments before.
And I feel like crying.
I go out of the room to get yelled at for something I didn't even do.
Minuscule and not even my fault.
I'm tired of this house.
I'm tired of just staring out the window hoping for something different.
Tired of always hoping and searching for what could be, what should be right in front of me.
My heart hurts.
My eyes keep drawing back to the window.
Now blocking my view of what's truly surrounding me.
The storm has passed.
But it left a piece of itself for me to hold onto until it comes again.