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.

Narcissists set themselves up for miserable lives and lonely deaths
In denial? Isn’t it time to accept that elections won’t change anything?
I was agonizingly slow to ‘get it,’ but the joy of music changed me
Finding joy brings more happiness than the empty pursuit of pleasure
Obama administration wants to choose skin color of your neighbors
AUDIO: I might not love you if I don’t imagine that you’re perfect
ObamaCare must fail in long term, but conservatives can’t stop it now
Giving up politics left me flat broke; it’s time to earn some money again
Time and attention are flawless guides to what a person values