Tornado Gods Speaking

Strums from my guitar fill the breezy, humid air as I wait for the day's storms to fire. A tower builds to my west, ready to burst. I pack my gear and head for it. With the intent of punching the core (driving into the hail) I see a tube connect the sky to the ground. "What could it be? It can't be? It is!" I say to myself as I spot a tornado forming over the hills. My mpg quickly drops as I drive to get a good view. An obscured view leads to an open space revealing a danger noodle. Surrounded by cheering chasers, I grab a photo and just stare. A beautiful but dangerous phenomena is before me. Something I only saw on TV was there, spinning and kicking up dirt and debris. I can't help but to ...View all