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.

The love we give abandoned animals can actually rescue us
No, Rodney King, people in this country can’t just ‘all get along’
When you can’t call one you love, silent phone just taunts your need
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If there’s something you must do, income and vocation might clash
How do we intuitively see truth through the fog of perception?
I can’t find the balance between expecting too much and too little
Could we stop being disappointed by just understanding each other?
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