It's funny how the weather can imitate what's going inside.
Like on how happy days the sun shines,
And how the rainy ones hides our tears.

I hate days of thunder, but they cover the sound.
The sounds of screams and shouts,
That ripple inside the home.

At least on those days, the sounds inside feel quiet.
They're almost nonexistent,
As the storm covers the sounds.

The day that the fog comes,
I feel my mind go blank.

All I can think about is when I'm going to see the sun.

Will I see the sun again?