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

I was parked on a ridge just before dusk last night, the kind of stillness that hums. The cloud wall was moving slow—like it knew I was there. Not threatening, not beautiful, just… aware. I’ve chased storms for years, but this one felt different. Like it wasn’t just weather. What’s the line between intensity and intention? Or is that just tired brain making ghosts in the wind?