It started slowly
A faint rumble, then, in the distance,
A thin plume of smoke.
By noon, it would have been dark
But for the flares that seemed everywhere.
The sky was sealed by billows of blackness,
The rumble had grown into pounding.
No reason, I thought, to get excited.
I went inside to make some tea.

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