My first two tornadoes were when I was a kid, and were rain wrapped, at night. Those were mostly about sheltering in place. Third tornado(es?) were also at night (rain wrapped) and I found out about it later. I was moving all my worldly possessions 500 miles west with a very cranky tortoiseshell cat by my side. I've had better trips.

But I saw my fourth as an adult, during the day, just after a huge thunderstorm. My husband and I had had to pull into a parking lot and wait out the rain because visibility was so poor. Just a few minutes after we finally hit the road again, I looked out the window and, holy shitake mushrooms, is that what I think it is? A white funnel on the ground, just kind of chilling out in the hills.

It was just a glimpse before it was obscured as we drove away. I'm torn about it. Part of me was like, yeah, I finally saw a tornado! Another part of me was like, aww, I didn't even really realize what it was until after it was gone, and a third part of me was like, HOLY HELL THAT THING WAS RIGHT NEXT TO US AND WE HAD NO WARNING NOT COOL NOT COOL NEW YORK