I'll start. In July 2013, I was out camping. This was back when I still went camping because I was 13 and did whatever my family did. One night, there was such a severe thunderstorm that not only did it wake all of us up (except for the dog, who we think was slightly deaf), it was so loud that we could barely hear each other yelling INSIDE the tent. That's how loud the rain and wind and thunder were. There was a very real possibility that a tree could fall down near us or on us. We all huddled together in the tent until it was over, which was about an hour. When we woke up the next morning, our tent had been ripped in several places by the savage winds, and we were unable to use it again after that trip. Trees did fall down in other areas close to us, so we were lucky to avoid that.
At the time, my sister and a friend were sleeping in a little one-person tent, and that held up against the storm significantly better than our big tent! Go figure. My camera at the time, a red Nikon COOLPIX L26, also survived the storm by being in a case in a high pocket of the tent — not that I took any video during it, because it would have gotten instantly soaked.