I love a good storm. Thunderstorms are a part of summer. Sometimes they’re like a sweet serenade. Sometimes they’re like a dude blasting music from his new muscle car. (Side note: why is it that people who blast music from the deck of a rental house, a sports car, or on the beach never blast good music?)

It’s no secret that waves on the East Coast are always associated with some form of extreme weather phenomenon, the kind that has some middle-aged guy in a collared shirt getting all animated on…