methodology

I have seen the opening of the gates of hell tonight.
Let me set the scene if I may.
I was travelling home tonight from a friends driving along some quiet and twisting country roads through fields and woods. Its still warm although its been raining for most of the afternoon so there is a mist caused by the heat and moisture in the air, its a low lying mist covering the fields and a foot or so deep on the roads. The mist and rain is playing havoc with my headlights bouncing the beams up off the road creating patterns in the air and trees as it comes off the mist, kinda eerie. To add to this on the stereo is Chester Bennington is shouting 'Shut up when I'm talkin to you' from one of Linkin Parks finest songs further deepening the mood. I then top this small hill and before me is the steel works of a local town on a ridge a couple of miles away. they must have been buring some gasses off because they have this flame shooting dozens of feet up into the air and from the angle I'm at it looks like the whole ridge is aflame, to add to this they then must have opened the furnace doors as the whole of the sky in that direction lights up like its on fire. Driving alone on a dark night my thoughts had turned towards the darkness and it just struck me like hell had opened in this quiet part of the English countryside.