It was a cold and dark night, my mother sent me to bed.
I looked out of the window at the quiet streets ahead.
The sky lit up like fireworks, much to my childish delight.
I didn't know that 270 people would die that night
The house shook and jumped as if it was alive
My dad called for me, told me to get outside
My mum and my baby sister were already out there
All we could do was stand on the pavement and stare
The sky blazed with fiery colours
The smell of oil and fear assaulted our noses
Had the petrol station exploded?
We shivered in the crisp cold air