No more water. The fire, next time.
Flames come in many forms.
As a species, we have refined self-immolation and general conflagration to performance art. The annual Burning Man ritual on our Black Rock Desert may really present a potent portent of a perilous future. The trees killed by the flood of '97 were probably matched by those mulched for paper to print stories about it. Despite the square miles of newsprint, oceans of ink and endless eons of electronic expounding, nobody caught the cosmic symbolic. The plastic fantastic was easier.