And so three days later, driving very fast,
I found myself stalking a single type of giant cloud called the super cell,
capable of producing grapefruit-size hail and spectacular tornadoes,
although only two percent actually do.
Storm chasing is a very tactile experience.
There's a warm, moist wind blowing at your back
and the smell of the earth, the wheat, the grass, the charged particles.
And then there are the colors in the clouds of hail forming,
the greens and the turquoise blues.
I've learned to respect the lightning. My hair used to be straight.