We were watching the radar on my phone, waiting for the skies to open.
To the west, drawing ever nearer, was a monstrous green blob, highlighted by shadings of yellow. It crawled towards us. We were camped out on the roof, staring at the radar map. Just a singular blue GPS dot blinking against the oncoming wall of storm.
"Shit," yelled Matt, peering into the sky. The sun had set and the sky was a deep, angry purple. It boiled and rolled. Clouds caromed, thick and heavy, towards the ocean, towards the east. "Shit man, whaddyathink? Should we pack her up?