The sheets of rain lash down, almost maniacal in their resolve to pound everything in the way.
The lightning flashes blindingly. For a split second, there is silence, followed by the booming thunder nearby.
The water pounds and pounds. The thunder rumbles. The lightning comes again.
The storm is hitting my windshield and the wipers struggle to move the water. Their back and forth motion is hypnotic — and I wonder whether the storm I feel and hear and fear is really outside — or if it’s inside my heart.
It’s dark and it’s loud and it’s gloomy. The storm outside the car threatens me physically, but the storm inside threatens something far deeper. Far more existential. It’s pounding on my very core again.

From hole I’ve fallen into today, world is a very alienating place
Here’s why I won’t be watching the presidential candidates ‘debate’
After last month’s weight freakout, something’s shifted in my attitude
Love & Hope — Episode 12:
Young New Yorkers say they’re fleeing the city — Why? High taxes, low opportunities
Archived audio of my Alaska radio interview available for download
Face the facts: U.S. Constitution is dead document with no meaning
Should I become prophet of doom or fade quietly into the darkness?
Donald Trump is an evil man, but his political enemies are evil, too