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It was like driving straight into an image at an art gallery. A few miles ahead of me, hanging over the mountains, were some of the darkest storm clouds I have seen, with gray sheets of rain visible. I was in sun but not for long. Five bolts of lightning appeared, blasting across the horizon. One zig-zag of power after another, with such visible clarity, I had to remind myself to keep my eyes on the road. And then the rain hit, the radio drowned out by the force of water falling. #smallstories