Loud thunderstorm, high winds, trees whipping around throwing down big branches in the middle of the night makes me pause and imagine "what ifs". Like what if a tree falls on me while I'm trying to sleep and I don't wake up to see my new leafy green gown and a few extra limbs? So, I pose in my most attractive femme fatale pose while the lightning sets the stage.
Hours later, I'm into the task of cleaning up all of the branches--fuel for the campfires and new sticks for the marshmallows. So much for another End Time.