This part of the country is known for hurricanes, not for twisters.
Every year the state gets pounded with several massive storm fronts, causing property damage to varying degrees.
Last year was my first encounter with a tornado, however, and I have to say it’s a lot more terrifying to witness. I was at home, late at night, and the power went out. I didn’t even have time to get up from my chair when I heard what sounded like a locomotive engine, passing right over the house. I heard a metallic shredding sound, and then the winds settled down and the noise went away. A few moments later the power came back on, but the air conditioning did not. I was too nervous to go outside, so I waited out the rest of the night without my air conditioning. When the sun came up, I heard a lot of people outside making a fuss over their damage, and I stepped out back to see how badly damaged my AC unit was. On the positive side, it was not damaged, but on the negative side, the air handling unit for my central HVAC system was entirely gone. The air conditioner had been plucked off of the cement slab to which it had been bolted, and taken away to Oz, I guess! I walked up and down the street, talking to folks and finding out how bad their damage was, and although I kept my eye out for my air conditioner, I never found it. What happened to the AC unit, I will never know.