They sat out on the porch and watched it roll in over the sea.
Thick, black, huge, menacing clouds that left no doubt about what they were up to.
The entire island had settled and hushed in anticipation and the even the gulls on the beach had
stopped squawking at one another.
The wind picked up and whipped the trees back in forth in front of them and the waves crashed so
loudly they could almost feel the salty spray from the shelter of their perch on the porch.
And then came the thunder.