I realize as well as anyone the incredible number of variations of storms. There's the one that is flung over the horizon and is in your midst before you know it. One moment the day is calm and ordinary. The next you are in the midst of Nature at its most savage. Such a storm is very humbling.
Most storms give fair warning of their approach.
The air changes. The trees seem to tense their leaves as if digging in their roots. Then a pouring of wind. Then a pouring of rain. Storms that occur by the sea seem to have a hard time giving up their companionship with the water.