They Weren’t Just Chasing Storms—They Were Weather Women
Half the sky has turned a color you've never seen before. You’re driving on the edge of something. A fork in the road urges you south, but instinct tells you to stay west.
That anxious, electric pull settles in your gut—excitement? Or fear?
The chasers make a sharp left. Behind you, a sea of lush green wheat sways.
Then it hits.
An 85-mph gust, blasting dirt and tumbleweeds like shrapnel. The air howls. Lightning cracks.
You press record.
Tori and Jessica were grinning, eyes wide with pure exhilaration, smiling ear to ear. They weren’t just chasing the storm. They were part of it. They were Weather Women.
