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.