There are few things as cathartic as having the time and bandwidth to sit and watch it storm and rain.
Maybe staring into the flames of a late night camp fire?
Or making a cross-country car trip solo?
I have fond memories of sitting on our back porch in Panama City Florida as a child and watching the humid afternoons turn into rumbling thunderstorms.
This reminded me of that.
And I was nearly a child again for a second.
