In the ground fog occurs quite indeterminate detention, at least fromwatching from afar is difficult to say whether it’s just dust or water vapor, or a mixture of both. You feel the cool wind, but theneverything becomes still and silent. In the dark storm clouds oflightning, and a line of trees, located one mile west of the ongoingnature of boisterousness begins to wiggle left and right. The columnof dust at first appears above the trees and just a couple ofseconds, abruptly pulls them up. All the dust seems to be gatheredinto one big point, and obediently goes to heaven, representing a well-defined, constantly moving spiral. Approaching whirlwindgathers to himself all that meets on the road. Gradually the land andsky become one.So we are seeing a tornado from a distance. But imagine for a moment that we are residents of Kansas or Illinois.