A few nights ago, the booming thunder and crashing lightning right above my head made me feel like Chicken Little believing “the sky is falling,” like the song "It's the End of the World as We Know It . In my near eight decades on this earth, I never felt anything like it. The sound of the pounding rain on my Fort Lauderdale home was intense. Visibility was nil. The torrential rains seem stronger and seem to drop huge amounts of water harder and faster than our fragile eart