Before I went to sleep last night, I watched the moon pass into the earths shadow and turn a bloody red. As I walked out the front door before sunrise this morning, lightning was crashing all around me. It wasn’t raining yet, but it was warm, muggy, and loud. I jumped in my freshly washed truck and got about 2 miles from home when the first bucket hit the windshield. There was too much flashing, I couldn’t keep my eyes focused.... the windshield wipers were inadequate to clear the deluge. I was worrying about hail, when just ahead, a tree crashed down in the road and the radio cut out. I though I was gonna die. I didn’t. But it was a long scary-ass drive to work through a very crappy and intense storm.