The highway cut dead straight through the plains of Oklahoma. No cars. Barely a sound. I stood in the middle of the road as the supercell inhaled the hot prairie air, feeding itself. I watched the rotation twist across the sky, hypnotized by the scale of it all. The storm moved with a calmness, like it knew exactly what it was capable of. Only later would I learn there was a tornado hiding deep inside the rain. Buried just beyond my sight. That’s the curse of chasing storms, sometimes you witness something so beautiful, yet they leave you feeling like you only caught a glimpse of what was really there.