Weather can be so scary in its unpredictability. I totally understand how loud noises would make you jumpy. That is a trauma response. It only takes a single traumatic event to get PTSD. If you feel this way after a while and it affects your quality of life, you could always see a trauma-informed therapist.
This is
nowhere as intense as what happened to you, but the town next to me got hit with an
F5 tornado when I was HS. It was the first of school and we only had a half-day. I went to hang out at my BF's after school. It started getting dark outside and for some reason, my bf's mom told me it was time for me to leave. I was looking at the sky and I was worried about driving in a storm, as I'd only had my driver's license for about 3 months at this point. I thought I could out run it and get home without being caught up in it. It was a 20 minute drive, but there was a large bridge with train tracks at one end, which would back up traffic on the bridge. I got caught on the bridge so the storm kept edging closer. At this point, I thought it was a just a summer afternoon storm, because no watch or warning had been issued. The storm caught up with me, and it was raining sheets with lots of wind--it was loud. It was very dark, too, almost like night. I had to pull over because it was too much for me. I pulled into a church parking lot it had lots of trees, so twigs and stuff were hitting my car. Plus, the wind buffeting my car freaked me out, so I went back out on the road. I finally made it home and when I tried to open the garage door, it wouldn't open, so I figured the power had gone out. The siren was going off and I had to pound on the door to get someone to open it, because the door bell wasn't working. My brother finally opened up the door. He had been in the basement with some friends and the dog because of the siren. So, I went down there with them. I still thought it was just a bad storm. It wasn't until my mother and grandmother called me from their respective work places did I know it was a tornado. I was just driving in the outer edges of the storm cell. It hit the town my boyfriend lived in and 29 people were killed. Then the pictures and footage on the news--the whole thing affected me for a long time. I chalk it up to being a young and inexperienced driver trying to drive in a bad storm, seeing devastation nearby, and how it forced me to confront my mortality. I remember thinking none of the people who perished that day knew they were going to die in a tornado. How many kids didn't have a parent come home after work that evening? I was embarrassed to tell anyone how it upset me, because I was only on the periphery of it. I was not directly affected, other than losing power for a while.
This stuck with me for years. My heart would race whenever a warning was issued. It didn't help that they went overboard with the warnings after that tornado. I would stay awake until a warning was over, often into the early hours watching the radar on The Weather Channel. Even as adult, it shook me. A warning was issued and my town was in the predicted path, so I packed up my car with my son and my dogs, and drove to my brother's condo. When I got there, a warning was issued for his town. That's when I realized I couldn't live like that anymore, so I took steps to feel in control of a situation I had no control over. I can't control warnings, but I can control how I react to them.