today there was rain and hail and thunder and lightning all over the place.  i sat in my living room, eating twizzlers, listening to the sharp, high-pitched thwacks of ice hitting the windowpanes.  outside, thick puddles of water washed gravel, sticks, and dirt out from underneath my car.

how can i feel like the sticks and gravel, getting shoved haphazardly down makeshift streams, but at the same time, like the streams, clouded and obscured by sticks and gravel?