The rain has become a frenetic uneven rhythm on the roof, punctuated by winds that howl and rage around the corners.
Doors bang helplessly against their frames, windows shudder under the strain.
Inside the argument continues. Angry words hurled like great waves crashing. Ugly moments of stillness where there is no peace, only the anticipation of the next round of thunder. In the distance there is a gruesome ripping sound. We hold each other's gaze as if there had never been more that this, this unspoken hatred.