All morning, before the tornado, it had rained. The day was dark and gloomy. The air was heavy. There was no wind. Then the drizzle increased. The heavens seemed to open, pouring down a flood. The day grew black. Then the air was filled with 10,000 things. Boards, poles, cans, garments, stoves, whole sides of the little frame houses, in some cases the houses themselves, were picked up and smashed to earth. And living beings, too. A baby was blown from its mother's arms. A cow, picked up by the wind, was hurled into the village restaurant.
— Reporting on the American Tri State Tornado of 1925
It's not that the wind is blowing, it's what the wind is blowing! If you get hit by a Volvo, it doesn't matter how many sit-ups you did that day.
— Ron White, explaining why you should seek shelter during severe weather, no matter how tough you are.