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.

UPDATE: Judge drops charges against Diane Tran; $100,000 raised
Question the ‘experts’: They don’t know as much as they think
When we sell Jesus like soap, maybe we’re spiritually bankrupt
Well, if you really want to know, this is what I’m still looking for
‘The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us and save us’
City rushes to demolish $4.5 million transit station after only 13 years
We have a hunger for love just as strong as the need for food, water
Once you’ve found the right love, build your whole world around her
World is an insane roller coaster and I need this insanity to stop