I remember the TREES as clearly as my father's back

I watch palm trees struggle with rain that pulls their fonds down such force that I am sure the tree will not survive.  

The rain threatens to pull it out of that place, so determined to be the victor. I feel sad, the same sadness as I watched my father struggle to survive storms that terrorized him. He never learned to overcome those demons, he never was resilient like those palms... I continue to watch the storm outside, remember the storm inside our home.