I did it! Finally! It's kind of a companion drabble to 4-Down 'Geyser'. Thanks to elflordsmistress for the aid.
7-Down Typhoon
She knows it's strange, but she loves him most when he's in one of his moods. He's like a typhoon, no warning before the howling winds and drenching rains. It's right then, when everyone else is hiding for fear of him, that she thinks he's at his best. She's not afraid, because she knows if she makes it through the wind and the rain she'll reach the eye of the storm. There it is calm, and all the more beautiful because she had to fight the tempest to reach it. Those typhoon-esque moments taught her the sweetness of blue skies.