The sound of thunder and rain thrashing around,clinging to the Empire State Building.As it flails and turns, I jumpthrough the window.As the small bang of me landinggets swallowed by the sound of thunder,I jump down the narrow stairsjust as I hear fireworks.And then I see it.The tiles flying in the air.I hear a small voice.It gets louder and louderuntil I see a huge flash of light.And then New York is all fine.And giant whale-like things flyingare just the sound of morning doves.