The writer drove 460 miles to his storm-chasing target in Wichita Falls, Texas, bought himself an ice cream, and waited beneath blue skies. Then the storm clouds began to form.
By Matthew Cappucci, Washington Post U.S.
Fri, 05/22/2020 - 10:00pm
The writer drove 460 miles to his storm-chasing target in Wichita Falls, Texas, bought himself an ice cream, and waited beneath blue skies. Then the storm clouds began to form.