One thing I’ve noticed is I also love storms. Honestly I do prefer to be behind glass and feeling somewhat safe. But I think even when I don’t feel all that same I still like storms. Maybe it was from growing up in a place that had hurricanes on a regular basis. But I’m not really sure
The reason this comes to mind right now is because I’m sitting in this house with an amazing view of the ocean. The sky is darkening and I can see the horizon disappear in shades of gray. In the distance I can see the rain coming across the water. As it’s approaching the wind increases in intensity and I can feel the first drops of rain. And I notice there’s a huge smile on my face. It came totally naturally and I didn’t have a thought about it until I noticed I was smiling.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been on a boat in the middle of a typhoon?