What makes a storm feel like it’s watching you?

I was parked off the highway near Elkhart last night, just waiting for the cell to break. The sky turned that bruised purple-gray, and the wind started humming through the trees like it knew something I didn’t. I’ve chased storms for years, but this one… it felt different. Not threatening, not beautiful—just aware. Like it wasn’t just happening around me, but with me. Anyone else ever have that? That moment when the weather stops being an event and starts feeling like a conversation?