"I don't know if you were awakened by the storm a few weeks ago. Very early in the morning."
Storm had been aware of it in a rather vague way since while she was indeed causing it, she was also outside of it in an odd way. Asleep, but not truly sleeping. Dreaming but still very connected to the world around her. It was terrifying in its own way. Which was why she was even having this conversation with Madrox at all.
"That was brought on by my dreams, I believe."
That storm had done damage, the lightning digging gouges in the lawn which had to be filled. The wind had ripped through the nearby woods, throwing branches all over the ground of the copse. It was a lot of power to have, a sign of what she was truly capable of when she settled into her abilities and got her conscious mind out of the way.