In a very, very small way, I have some experience with this.
Back in the late 80s,a friend of mine and I were visiting the Hanford Nuclear Reservation one very hot August afternoon, and there were dust devils forming in either side of the road.
“Ever been in a dust devil before?” Says I.
“No.”
”Me neither. Let’s check it out.”
So we park the car on the shoulder and go running after dust devils. When you catch one, it’s a little like hopping into a media blasting cabinet and saying “Shoot me”
If I ever came face to face with a real tornado, I’d probably do something more practical, like try to avoid it.