When I’m out there, the storm feels like a wild heartbeat pounding across the sky. The wind’s a rushing wave, pulling at my clothes, making my hair stick up. The thunder is that deep, raw drum that rattles the bones, and the rain is like a cold, slick curtain that keeps you on your toes. It’s electric, alive—like the whole world’s just breathing hard. And there’s this thrill, the rush of adrenaline, knowing the storm’s at its peak and I’m right in the middle of it. That's the real pulse of nature for me.