I remember rain in Philadelphia. The air pretty much displaced by water. The force of it and the roar of it.
I remember a huge thunderhead sailing over the fields (in Kentucky again) all lit up from inside by frequent lightning- like a citadel at war- and how I waited till it was almost directly overhead before I ran for the house.
This is prompted by jackiejj writing about hurricane Frances. Heigh-ho; we don't get weather like that in Britain.