Storm of my life

The storm outside reminds me of my life
The rain pouring down from the clouds are the same as the tears pouring from my eyes
The thunder and lighting is my mom yelling and throwing her carless, harsh words at me
And who am I
Am I the sky
Or the clouds
No
I see myself as the weak, fragile tree
Threatening to break down at any moment
With one strike of the lighting I could fall to pieces
Will I make it through
Or
Will I fall down without a fight
I do not know
Hopefully fate will be kind to me
And end the storm before I fall©