I’ve stared at that kind of chaos a thousand times, but I’ve never really let the rain be my co‑star. You can feel the energy, but it’s so raw I’m scared it’ll swallow my vision. If I let it, I might just lose myself in the storm. It’s tempting, though—there’s something about the silence between thunderclaps that could strip a scene to its bones. I guess the trick is to keep the edge, not get washed away.