Silence floods me. Drumming on my shoulders and tapping my head,
The pitter patter on the pavement counting the seconds away,
Icicles dripping and hitting the puddles,
Murky water full of lost memories and being renewed over and over...

The thunder rattles my nerves,
Pushing my feet further forward,
But the pitter patter on the pavement is counting the seconds away,
The streams come rolling down the road,
Littered water brimming with my mistakes...

The silence halts. You push the storm clouds away when you charge through the door,
The pitter patter counted three months since I last saw you,
Clear water rushes to your eyes,
You scoop me up in your arms and that's when I know:
My big bro's home.