The apocalypse?

On the way home, I could see the tall, dark clouds to the east, but no lightning. I could imagine the apocalypse about to occur. I expected to hear voices from the sky. Then the skies cleared and there was the setting sun. This is especially appropriate, as we have the reports from the southwest of us about the huge unidentified flying objects, a mile long and a half-mile wide, hovering less than a 1,000 feet above the ground and then streaking off into the distance.