When I was a kid and the sky turned green, my family used to gather around our weather radio to find out what was coming our way. We’d listen to that monotonous voice listing off a seemingly endless series of counties, hoping not to hear ours, yet hoping for something other than a rehash of the same “a tornado watch has been issued for…” message that we’d just listened to for the last 30 minutes.
Then it would come: BRAAAP! BRAAP! Seconds later, the outside sirens would fire up and we’d head to the next-door neighbor’s house to seek shelter in their basement, running through the rain.