I am one of those people who loves a good storm. The ex use to sit on the porch and watch me and his son out playing in the rain.
But as a child I remeber going into the underground storm celler with a radio and sitting it out. I was more scared of what was hiding in the dark coners than the storm, lol.
Now days is the same unless the house is actually shaking to the point I think it might be coming apart I am somewhere where I can at least hear the rain. If it is bad I will go to the bathroom and wait it out.