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By the light of the Morning Star.
"Taranis," announced my cat as I took the first sip from the first mug of tea of the day.
"What," I muttered absent midedly. Outside water was falling from the sky in sheets, pedestrians hidden beneath oversized umbreallas were scurrying through the streets. Cars scurried too, their drivers oblivious to the effect their impatience was having on those less isolated from the elements.
"God," said my cat, as lightning forked down from the sky, "of Thunder." Moments later ground shook. Nature, it seemed, had found a voice. It wouldn't last, it never did. But for a moment there was a degree of contentment to be found in feeling small.