Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout 'til you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!"

I could finish this expedition if I could just get a storm! Come on, one storm! Normally I can't so much as land on a planet without one of them blowing up to ruin visibility and wipe out my hazard protection. Now? Nothing. The lions are laying down with the lambs and the storm fish are nowhere to be found! What a perverse cosmos is ours!