Deep and crisply defined convective towers of a Texas Panhandle supercell rolled up from laminar low-level plates, pumping mass into the delicately fibrous ice-crystal anvil plume festooned with streaky mammatus. The skeletal rear-flank downdraft’s precipitation plunge (lower left) still had enough thrust to launch a rain foot, and enough outflow to kick dust (lower middle) ahead of it. Though the storm passed over a town called Happy, that name best described my mental state amidst such a glorious display of High Plains splendor.
7 SW Happy TX (11 Jun 23) Looking E
34.6906, -101.9538