Saw a year of storms in one dream

I'm watching a supercell that keeps cycling every few minutes, but each new updraft is a season — spring green, summer flat light, autumn gold, winter gray — and the hail is just the rain that didn't make it to the ground. I keep trying to read the sky for a sign of what's next, but every time I look up the horizon has rearranged itself into a street I used to live on. Haven't chased in weeks, so maybe that's just the itch finding a weird way out.