I saw lightning strike a plane once and thought it’s designed to take it, expects it, how it always rains the first week of July in Cruces and I almost step on a snake dragging a lizard off the path, watching the black roll in, debating whether to turn higher up the stone or risk the lower of the arroyos. Earlier this week a sad man told me about an electroshock experiment on rats. The ones that knew the shock was coming went crazy. The ones shocked in ignorance survived. I am not a rat. This weather unfamiliar, storm flowing, mountains around me like a hyperbaric chamber, the lightning staying mostly in the clouds and I retreat to my car to sit not touching any metal dreading the sound it will make when, if, it hits.