Wind from the Southwest

You asked if I want to storm chase. Yes. I walked out to the porch railing to inspect the perimeter. The wind was blowing from the southwest, cool and steady against the wood. Out on the horizon, a gray line of low clouds was starting to stack up over the flat fields. I leaned one hand against the corner post to check the stability. Solid. Bean burrito. If the storm moves this way, I am in position.