This was a Cow-nado and a Tractor-nado film. No sharks allowed, they have their own niche films.
Actually, while that was bad enough, the equivalent of anthropomorphism for weather events with the 'growling' storm and the ominous shifts in wind and other predatory characteristics was a bit too much, especially when I live in tornado country and we have older people absolutely terrified as it is with the season having local TV stations do the beep-beep-beep and the text crawls along the bottom of the screen.
To think there is something sinister about a storm beyond what it already is, is wrong.
I was hoping to have the growling storm be my ringtone but my wife told me to stuff it.