Black Rainbow

A fiery rain bludgeons the earth during its darkest hour.  Upon impact, buildings combust into spectacular infernos.  Chaos ensues, and people scurry in aimles panic, like insects fleeing from a broken ant farm.  As the blaze floods the metropolitan streets, cars are sent bouncing and rolling like live dice.

Then, the big one hits.  It's the kind of explosion I can feel with a rattle in my teeth and a dense thud in my chest.  Even from miles away, the searing heat gives me goosebumps.  My eardrums burst with an agonizing pop as the white blaze drowns my field of view, and at that instant I wonder if I've gone blind.

The final explosion's legacy is a rumbling aftermath.  A black mushroom cloud turns day into night, suffocating the earth in apocalyptic blackness.

As the smoke clears, a decimated landscape unfolds before me.  Where once stood a towering metropolis now lay acres of leveled rubble as far as the eye can see.  Awestruck and alone, I can only absorb the horrible serenity of deafening silence.

In the distance, the sun peers over the horizon.  The sunrise glows with a myriad of heavenly colors, but its beauty is tainted by the possibility that no survivors remain to see it.  I'm not even sure if I'm still alive.  Despite the defiled splendor of the sunrise, the sight of the solar life-giver yields new hope.  Maybe there will be a new dawn.  The only thing left to do is to start over...