How can I as a storm chaser see beauty in something that causes suffering? It turns out that I have been interested in weather for as long as I've known how greatly it can affect people's lives, including my own. I chase knowing nature will always have her way with us. I can't control this, and although I don't enjoy witnessing some of the terrible consequences of severe weather, I accept that that we will probably never be immune to the ravages of nature. I never look forward to the day I directly witness (or undergo) suffering caused by the storms I chase, but I expect such an experience would only intensify my desire to chase and learn.
What is it about storm chasing that appeals to me? It is often a stressful and exhaustive undertaking that demands long hours and many miles of driving, with little time to rest, eat, or use the bathroom. However, it turns out that storm chasing is always an aesthetic, unique, and educational experience. This is what makes it worthwhile.