Our car is at a standstill on the pavement. Headlights can be seen from behind us, but they are slowly dimming. We are unsure of how far back they are, or if there is anyone else in front of us, because of the water streaming from the sky like tears off a betrayed lover’s face. If we had a sunroof, we might be able to look up and see chaos, but instead, we can peer through the windows on the truck and match the wind to the intense pitter-patter of beads streaming on the glass. Every so often there is a loud roar, like a lion far from their pride, and a sharp flash of yellow light, as if the lion shook their mane. Besides that, though, we sat still, waiting - unsure.