On the empty Wyoming prairie near the town of Bill, I watched this cell slowly approach. It went through cycles, weakening and strengthening before sunlight emerged through the rain and hail. Downdraft winds blew precipitation outward near the ground to form a rain foot. With everything bathed in a golden glow, the sky became a painting. It was an unusual perspective, being able to see the entire updraft towering 9 miles high from so close. Only my widest lens would do. Keeping up with the storm was no longer an option as there were no viable roads headed east. But I was content to just sit there and watch it go.