The erotic nature of storms, a
rebuttal.
I have a strange
phobia. A
nightmare affliction, if you will. I am afraid of
lightning. Deathly afraid.
Paranoid, shaking,
freaked out afraid.
Sounds pretty
funny doesn't it. I know it doesn't make sense. I know the odds of getting hit but lightning average about
14 million to 1 (
I looked it up). I know full well that it is an unfounded fear.
It doesn't help.
Somewhere in my
ancient lizard hindbrain,
lightning equals death. I can feel the crawling fear building when the
thunder roll in the distance.
Raw.
Animal.
Fear.
Storms are my personal torture, every summer for months on end. I wish it filled me with the thrill and desire that it seems to give others. It fills me with only
terror.