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.

In the middle of world’s madness, happiness makes me think of her
Sex abuse of powerless rampant; denying its serious harm obscene
What does it take to hold thug with a badge accountable for murder?
Miss. church turns back clock by refusing to marry black couple
Kids obeyed me on radio project, only because I knew what to do
I’m not sure what’s left to say about politics, so here’s a picture of a cat
Why are most fiscal conservatives ignoring Paul Ryan’s actual record?
When politicians insist the ‘war on drugs’ is working, they’re just following majoritarian incentives