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it's two thirty in the morning and i'm driving home. the rain is falling so fast that the water that has already hit the ground can't get out of the way quickly enough. puddles form instantly on the highway. traveling at sixty-five miles per hour, i begin to hydroplane almost immediately. the cruise control is on, and each time the tires lose contact with the ground the engine over-revs until the wheel has someplace to put it's power again. my fingers are barely touching the steering wheel. i'm right on the edge of loosing control. not in any real danger, but fast and slippery enough to thrill. it reminds me how alive i can feel. then the lightning fills the sky and everything is electric blue for half of one second. the charge is felt everywhere. the hair on my arms stands straight up, and my spine tingles. it comes back again, and again. the flashes of light fill my eyes and my body is rocked by the charge. the storm is all around me, i am the eye. and it is also inside me, for i am the storm.