I live 200 miles inland in North Carolina, so direct exposure to hurricanes in my life has been limited pretty much to Hugo and Fran. Hugo took the roof off the house I was renting at the time. Slept through it. I recall how odd the air was, you’d think it would be at least a little chilly with all that rain coming down in sheets with the wind howling, but it wasn’t, it was hot and humid like a dog’s breath.
They drive water into the oddest places, a torrent of water came into the dining room through a recessed light in the ceiling with a second story above it, before the power blinked out for good. That caused a fair amount of panic since the light was on at the time, fear of electrocution.
Fran was wind, trees felled in gigantic snags for hundreds of miles, it looked like those photos of Tunguska.
There is nothing good about a hurricane and yes it is a fear inducing event.