Stormy weather, I love thunder and dark clouds. Something about it is exhilarating.
I have a memory from childhood of swinging during a storm. The swing set overlooked a meadow with mountains on the horizon, no buildings in sight. I loved the feeling of being pushed by the wind, having it blow through my hair, and seeing it sweep through the grassy meadow in waves. It felt like the higher I went, the harder it rained. Sometimes thunder would clap at the peak of my up-swing. I didn't care about being soaked. I felt like I was alone with the storm.
It's so vivid in my memory, I want to experience it again.