I have lived in New England for all but the first few years of my life. I love it; it's my home. Here, we don't have many natural disasters, the most common being a "Blizzard" - essentially a frozen hurricane, with high winds, lots of snow (think feet, not inches), whiteout conditions, trees and power lines down, roadways disrupted and the like.
It is completely disruptive, a major hassle, and one of the most spectacularly beautiful and awe inspiring events you may ever witness.
We often know a "storms a'coming" so we empty grocery shelves of water, milk, matches, those cheater Duraflame logs, popcorn, marshmallows and often some beer or wine. We make sure to have batteries and candles nearby -- and also get our home office in tip top ready condition for the onslaught of trying to manage the demands of a work life that never sleeps with a natural disaster who could care less.
And then we wait. We think we know how it is going to play out, having seen many before. We convince ourselves that the experts (in this case, the TV weather forecasters) will know what to do and will help us out, and we convince ourselves that if we have the right STUFF, listen to the right PEOPLE, and follow all the RULES all will be fine and we will be able to stay in control.
Does this sound a little like death to you?