I love a good, cathartic blizzard, New England variety, as long as I have a safe, cozy place to stay, and a supply of bread, milk, eggs, and orange juice, and I don’t have to go anywhere. Even better when the windows rattle and the wind screeches around the eaves. I used to just love to sit by a frosty window and watch it come down.
Here in Northern California, though, it’s just going to be wind and rain, sometimes with floods, or droughts and fires. Those will never produce scenes worthy of a Christmas card.
I am mindful of those who don’t have a safe, warm place or provisions, and I worry about them. But just speaking for myself, I love it. Even when the power goes out and we play board games by candlelight.
@LuckyGuy, your description of being braced for the storm sounds idyllic to me.
P.S. I did not feel the same about bluzzards in Iowa. Ye gods.