At the time, it was a bit scary.
I love thunder and lightning. There was plenty of that. In fact, you couldn't tell where one display ended and the next began.
I love heavy wind and rain. There was plenty of that.
Not so big on the death and destruction. Though there was plenty of that, too.
My sister called me from where she lives in the middle of Tornado Alley to make sure I was OK. The irony did not escape me.
I wish I could describe it to you. It was fantastic. I stood in my bathroom looking out the open window for hours. (The wind was blowing from the other side of the house, so I could see and hear everything but not get wet. Much.) I was like a little kid on their first trip to FAO Schwartz. My jaw hurts from grinning so big for 2 1/2 hours.
What a geek.