I find storms to be mostly annoying things, but I do like to be around my pets. When it rains lightly, Myst goes into the hall and waits. When it rains harder, he dives for some obscure spot under the sofa where nobody can go. We did not see Myst all evening for the storms we had. Dandelion seems to not mind them so much either way.
It's been fun around here. Terry has been coming home smelling like something she calls "chlorine" and moans about something called "water aerobics." Anyway, we are sure to check her out carefully. New smells are always a curiosity.