There are many beautiful moments, phrases and chord changes in this piece, but unfortunately most good players merge them all into a mad, ninety mile an hour, continuous torrent of perfect dexterity. It has also always seemed to me an inexorably tragic piece, quite unrelated to the banalities of the weather. The skeletons win the game for sure. I like to hang on those two fabulous chords before the final descent into oblivion - it's like a huge boulder teetering above a precipice. Others can comment about technical matters, but I would like to hear more breathing, more drama, as if the universe were ripping at the seams - make it speak. In Ives' words, the rocks on the mountain must begin to shout.
I don't know much about classical music, in general don't like most of it, and probably am as mad as a hatter anyway, so my observations are purely subjective, but I do know how I would like to hear this particular piece.