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.

Advocating peace requires more than hating those who start wars
Why do we consider it shallow to crave beauty in romantic partner?
Once the dream of millions, is U.S. citizenship becoming a burden?
Not voting makes a statement: ‘You don’t have my moral consent’
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Living without human connection? It’s an empty life with no meaning
Political systems built on coercion will always produce cheats, liars
‘The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us and save us’