Storms and Clear Skies

The tornado siren cut into Jeremy's sleep. The sky was clouds and darkness. The wind sounded like a thundering train. The ramshackle house tremored. Storms were nothing new.
He watched his mother, pulling his drunken father toward the storm shelter, getting violently knocked down. Storms were nothing new.
"Let him scream at the wind, then," she cried, Jeremy helping her. Old bruises, bleeding lips.
The house got destroyed.
Jeremy found his smiling father in his old chair, amid ruins. Jeremy viciously beat the man. Laid him among the rubble.
Storms were nothing new, but it was time for clear skies.