Given a modicum of physical security, storms may well make many people feel better because they are do-or-die moments ( or feel like them).

That report you have to file with your boss next week? The fight with your partner? The stupid irritating thing your kid won’t stop doing? Completely and totally irrelevant, now.

You have no ambiguities about what the goal is, and you know that you don’t need to justify this to anyone: it’s a storm, you have to get through it.

That’s actually a weird kind of freedom: where most choices have been removed from you by powers well outside anyone’s control, which bear you no personal malice, you just have to roll with it, and nobody can fault you for that, and sometimes that feels great.