pounding rain

My computer sits under a skylight, which was meant to let in sun when we have it, but most of the year it reminds you how hard it's raining. It's been pounding down now all night and all morning and all afternoon.
Now and then a gust of wind hits the house with a muffled thump and the lights flicker.
We got the girls a big map of the U.S. and put it on a wall. I can't help staring at it. It makes me want to load the tent and sleeping bags in the car and drive off across the country, staying on all the old two-lane highways and visiting all the places that never get on postcards.I'm maybe eight or ten years from retirement and I'm saving all my cash for that, but what if I keel over dead before then?
Maybe I should retire right now, and figure out some crazy moneymaking scheme to keep us all alive. I could sell the house, for example, and we could just live in the car. My wife would not agree, and I don't want to give her up. It probably would be bad for the kids, too.But this is the way my thoughts are trending. I must figure out some way to unchain myself.