Not Again

Meteorologists commented on the spectacle developing in the afternoon sky. Pictures from viewers poured in from the tri-state area. Neighborhoods filled with chatter, laughter, and pointed fingers. Many thought it beautiful, some thought it was a sign from God, but one man trembled as the clouds billowed above. One man had seen this before, and he was the last of his species. Earth was supposed to be safe. It was supposed to be protected from their view. He looked at his neighbors; those he had grown to call friend. Too many to save. He wept softly; last survivor once again.