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

I was parked on a ridge just before dusk, the sky bruising purple and green, when I felt it—this sudden stillness in the air, like the storm wasn’t moving toward me, but checking me. The clouds didn’t roll; they leaned. I’ve chased storms for years, but that one… it didn’t feel like weather. It felt like being seen. What’s the line between intuition and something older? Like, is it possible to be out here too long and start hearing things the atmosphere doesn’t want you to?