To be a free bird and go where the weather goes. To witness one of natures most awesome displays of power. When we arrive on the plains we only ever know where we set off from, after that we go where the storms go. The open road, the warm spring winds blowing across the wheatfields of Kansas. To stand and watch the dust devils as they develop a life of their own on the Texas Panhandle. To see the storms in all their majesty as the initiate on the Rockies and drift onto the High Plains. To end up in a different town every night or to drive through the night following a spectacular lightning show. I think I know why I chase storms.
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