'Storm Chasers' Poem by guy lipmore

Vehicles full of Hi-Tec,
Tornados or twisters they detect.
Cars with armoured plating,
Some with turrets and grating.
Racing along highways at a pace,
Keeping up with the storms, they chase.
Lashing rain, hail and sleet,
Every worse condition they meet.

Analysis from the data,
Wind speed, direction and temperature.
Forecasting the positions,
Assessing its compositions.
All manner of terminology,
Mixed with meteorology.
Warm and cool air flows,
Changing aspects of the tornados,
Down draft, ‘super cell’, ‘funnel’ tube,
Rotation, out flow and altitude.
Storm stirring, ‘war cloud’ formation,
Maps, data miss-interpretation and dissipation.
Disappointments and some elation,
Even after success, driving through devastation.

Crazy some say about the men who do 'storm' chasing.
Madcap, maybe something ‘missing’!
Full of passion and self financed,
Dedication and all the risks are chanced.
But for what it’s all worth,
They gain data for the experts.
To assess and try to prevent,
Loss of life before the next onslaught of a natural event.

18/05/14