I read this in high school and remember liking it, for a sci-fi action sort of book. And it totally freaked me out because we got a hurricane when I was right in the middle of it--eek!
Ugh. Tepid thriller starring a celebrity weather man (irresistible to younger women, of course) who stumble upon a series of weather events with no explanation. Turns out a shadow government agency is controlling things to manipulate world events. There's a good idea there, but the authors instead choose to crib James Herbert's style (to no effect) and drop in regrettable sex scenes whenever possible. Bad stuff.