“Rain washes away the pollution and feeds the plants.  This is part of life.  Inside me I feel like the clouds are taking away my breath and making me feel very claustrophobic.  I can’t flee fast enough to out run my panic attacks to get back to the safe zone.  The irony of it all is that Mother Nature was here way before my panic disorder.  Its not something I can control nor do I want to.  Instead, I freeze in fear and then I negotiate with my thoughts.  Its like a revolving door, the fear cycle.  Hurting myself with panic over Mother Nature.”