There is something eerily beautiful about a storm coming in.
It's getting dark and the trees are beginning to sway in the wind.
I love to sit with the window open during a storm.
I once purposely got stuck outside in a typhoon with a girl I wanted to bone. We were blown over by the wind, hit by rocks and completely drenched afterwards...
You guys are lucky..We never get storms here in southern california. I remember one storm in the early 80's. I was down at the edge of a cliff by the see on a first date and we watched a storm roll in. Lightning and thunder as it got closer. I remember looking at her and seeing her hair start to stand on end because of the electricity in the air. That was a great night and a great storm. I wish I could see another like it.
We've been having a damn good thunderstorm here in the Ozarks this morning. We used to live out in the sticks- had a big veranda facing out over the mountains where you could sit and watch the storm roll in and listen to the rain hit the tin roof. My dad is living out there right now- I bet that's exactly what he's doing. Lucky bastard...