Never does the grandeur and splendor of the High Plains sky manifest as fully as when firmly under command of a tornadic supercell, visible across the entire updraft and from the bottom of the tornado through anvil high overhead. For lifelong storm observers, this very view is the object of dreams, realized rarely, and when it finally appears, appreciated with indescribable depths of reverence. As much as a tornado is destructive and makes one feel small in its presence, the supercell in turn dwarfs its spawn. Realizing the entirety of it all, as direct eyewitness, mandates respect and veneration to the core of one’s soul.
6 E Arnett OK (18 May 25) Looking W
36.1369, -99.6679