I can’t get over the fact that an entire industry has grown up around taking folks out to see the very thing I’ve spent much of my life hiding in the basement from! 
But it does show how impressive big thunderstorms are, that people from all around the world are willing to pay big money to come here and watch them.
Wow, what a freaky experience! I’m surprised your house wasn’t struck; that must have been one heck of a magnetic field gradient if it could turn electronics on by themselves.
I’m a boater, so I hate them. I’ve had some extremely close calls, and I’ll very likely have more.
I love a rainy night. I love to hear the thunder, watch the lightning when it lights up the sky. You know it makes me feel good
Love them unless I’m driving.
I seem to be one of the few people on Earth who despises thunderstorms. They’re loud and often startling. If you go outside in them, not only do you get soaked, it’s also extremely dangerous, because you can get hit by lightning. I’m afraid of being hit by lightning. I’m usually not afraid of them if I’m inside, though I know they can still cause damage.
So yes, I’m an oddball who doesn’t like thunderstorms.
Thunderstorms are amazing; they’re nature’s fireworks. There is suspense, surprise and afterwards that amazing smell of ozone, rain, and trees…
Love 'em, the sound, light, smell and rush of cool air beforehand. I try and get as close to them as possible, atop the radio tower in the back pasture seems to be the best place if you don’t mind the sway too much.
They’re the best! I used to live in tornado alley, where I enjoyed them in spite of niggling concerns. Now I’m living in a place that hasn’t had a tornado since…ever, probably. So I can enjoy them even more freely now. 
Not much of a threat of tornadoes on the Jersey coast so, yeah, I like them. Its really cool to watch them as they go out to sea at night. You can stand on the beach and watch cloud-to-cloud and cloud-to-ocean bolts for, what seems to be, incredible distances.
Thunderstorms are beautiful and glorious. I try not to look forward to them, because of the damage they often cause, but there’s no point in arguing with the weather. When one rolls in, why not enjoy it?
In the last storm we had here, lightning struck close enough to my house that the pulse set off all the smoke alarms at once. They only blared for a few seconds before settling back down, but it’s a bit of a shock to be awakened by a crack of thunder and half a dozen alarms going off. For a few seconds, I was convinced that I saw arcs of electricity snapping around the room, but I think that was the tail-end of the dream it interrupted.
I love them as long as the power doesn’t go out. I loathe power outages.
I used to love them, but then I went through a derecho or tornado in my car in a parking lot. A roofing tile hit my drivers door and broke the window, so I had to sit out the storm rocking my car while getting soaking wet and bleeding a little from the glass fragments.
Then the wind from another storm blew half a maple tree onto my ~6 month old car, $8,000 damage.
Then there are the power outages. So overall I just like light rain showers better!
Absolutely. I go outside and stand in them.
Absolutely adore them. I used to have a house on the shore of Lake Ontario with a lovely second floor belvedere that was deep enough to be able to sit in and watch storms without getting rain or water blown in
[glassed in, screened in enclosed balcony or porch designed for viewing a nice scene like a lake or park]
And we just had a great one here tonight - no damaging winds or hail, and a dilly of a lightning display. I just love the bolts that crawl along the undersides of the thunderstorm anvil and look like some surreal spider web.
I love 'em too, but they scare the shit out of my poor cat (literally. I came home after a really bad one to see that she shit on the kitchen floor.)
As long as there isn’t anything breaking into, or damaging the structure I’m in, I usually love strong storms. Many years ago I was delivering pizzas on a really stormy night, and it got so bad with the hail and super strong winds that I got a little bit scared. I ran inside the shop only to see the rest of the staff huddled behind the oven near the center cinder brick wall. I didn’t feel so bad then.
I do.
Thunderstorms are awesome. I don’t mean that in the slightly degraded definition we often use today, but in its original meaning: a thing that inspires capital A Awe. A good thunderstorm is a humbling thing, its sound and fury and sheer remorseless power rumbling over the thin walls we have erected in a feeble attempt to keep nature’s ferocity at bay. I love a good storm the way another man might love the throw of the dice or jumping off a bridge with a rope tied to his feet; it gives me a thrill. It’s a reminder that, in spite of all the amazing things that we’ve done, our planes that sail above the clouds and buildings that scrape the very sky, harvesting the wind to tame the very lightning itself, nonetheless we are still at the whim of Nature. And She is harsh and unforgivng.
Yes, I do love thunderstorms.
When the air is charged with an oncoming storm I get hyper, antsy and want to do something but I don’t know what. I feel a release when it breaks and stand on the porch to shiver in the drop in temperature and watch the display. Here in FL the lightning isn’t thread-like, it’s at least pencil width and it rains sideways like a monsoon. When it settles into a steady pour I go into the bathroom because the roof vent lets me hear the drops on tin and reminds me of home in the mountains.