There was a tornado in our community a month and a half ago. Initial touchdown was about three miles from here and then it tracked on the ground for about ten miles. It destroyed about thirty homes. Once a week or so I drive down the road its track paralleled. Its not the collapsed barns or houses with roofs covered by tarps or the trees that are twisted into splintered stumps that 'hit me'. Its the one patio with landscaping intact and swimming pool and adjacent deck; that has no complimentary house (it was practically swept cleanly away) that always strikes me as the most vivid reminder of that day. Fortunately no lives lost nor even any serious injuries.
I never learned from a man who agreed with me.