In the heartland of America, the sky is a majestic wonder as it rises infinitely above the vast, level horizon. Cloud formations gracefully soar and scuttle across the endlessness of blue. Gentle spring breezes whisper across the plains.
All elements blend together in a delicate choreography of elegant balance and awesome design.
But the sky sometimes changes. Serene blue bruises into an angry, electric green, and the cumulus clouds flatten and spread into a roiling canvas hanging low above the plains. Kettle drums of thunder tremble, lightning streaks and raindrops harden into pellets of hail. But there are a few who purposefully put themselves directly in the route of the massive rampager. These few risk their lives as they track their elusive quarry, killer tornadoes which sometimes seem to chase them right back as they tear across the countryside. . . .