fear of the storm

I've never heard the rain fall so hard,
Upon the roof.
A constant roar, a constant reminder of the storm.
How can so much water fall from the sky?
As a child I would wonder, how did we make God cry?
I know better now, he has good reason to weep,
Still he watches over us as we sleep.

It covers up the silence it covers up the sun
The darkness spreads, how can the roof stand under this ton
Of water?
I try to imagine myself, outside in the cold rain,
My imagination fails me.
I try to remember, the silence without the storm,
The memory frightens me.
Outside the glass, the rain will fall.
Inside my heart, I fear. I feel too small.