Call me weird

If you must but I LOVE a good thunderstorm. I'm in the porch swing, high and dry while it comes a doozey! All senses engaged: thunder rolling like Heaven's bowling alley, the occasional streak of lightening, the cool moist air on my skin, ozone so sharp you not only smell it, you can almost taste it. Storms make me feel alive. ( But they terrify the dogs!:-o)