I would love to be just close enough to a tornado to take a pic. I think they are fascinating.
No, no. No. No. No. Um.... No.
On the eve of my 49th birthday at 10:30 at night in 2009, I hadn't gone to bed yet, though I was getting ready, because I took my birthday off and was planning on sleeping in. Well, the rain came first, raining really hard, and then the hail started. The lights were flickering off and on so decided to shut down the computer (I have battery backup, but didn't want to worry for it). Then the hail came down really hard and almost sideways and it sounded like 10,000 people banging big metal spoons on the carport cover, and then the "freight train" sound... only... it was much, much louder, so much so I don't have another sound to compare it to, and it made everything shake including the ground, and it kept getting louder. I ran for the bathroom and stood in the bathtub while the "tiny" EF-1 tornado tracked over my building. I was so damn scared, but all I could think of was "they're going to find me dead under three floors of rubble naked in the bathtub." Yeah...
Then, it was quiet. Fast. Dead silence. I got out of the bathtub and went to the bedroom and opened the door. The windows were gone, shards of glass had embedded themselves in the opposite wall, the bed was shredded, what was left of the slatted blinds were swaying back and forth and there was the moon, bright as day. There was three feet of hail piled up against the far wall from the window, there was three inches of water deep on the floor. There was absolutely nothing in the room that wasn't twisted, soaking wet, destroyed by water/hail/flying glass. There were even shards of glass
inside closed dresser drawers! I was lucky I was not in bed. The second bedroom - same thing. The other folks in my building, well if they had their bedroom doors open instead of closed, the tornado blew through the entire unit and destroyed a whole lot more. My next door neighbor was taken to the hospital for treatment after being hit by flying glass while she was asleep. Half my home was gone, though the structure was still there. Our building is an old brick and concrete construction (condos). The roofs were gone. 100-year-old trees were uprooted. Cars destroyed, etc. And, the sirens didn't go off until 30 minutes after the tornados went through.
At first some people said, oh no, it was micro bursts. But they changed that after they saw the damage and debris trails from the air and realized we'd actually had twin EF-1 tornados track through that made quite a mess for a couple of miles or so though my neighborhood. I spent approximately 12 weeks "homeless" while getting a disaster crew in to clean up and finding contractors to rebuild who weren't already rebuilding for someone else. And, I spent my entire savings. Insurance company didn't even pay 1/4 the costs and what they did pay, they depreciated by 20% up front.
Don't believe them when they say a tornado sounds like a freight train. The sound is at least 100 times louder (I know freight trains), and is indescribable to anyone not having been through one. And mine was an itty bitty one by EF standards! And time wise, it all happened within about 3 minutes. Seriously. It felt like eternity because I was so scared, but it was only about 3 minutes start to finish that turned my world upside down.
I used to think tornados were fascinating. Not now. No, no. No. No. No.
I have a very healthy respect for Mother Nature. IF the sirens go off, IF I know it's coming, believe me, I will be the first one heading to get out of the way as fast as I can.