The desert was scorched, Joshua trees popped from the dirt like pimples.
The catastrophe was witnessed as far as San Bernardino.
There was no joy, there was no happiness, there were no songs of angelic hosannahs.
The carnival of destruction upheld its end of the deal.
Though no one had died – yet – there was a rush at stores for milk sandwiches.
Coyotes howled in laughter.
Wolves moaned with delight.
Dinner will soon be served.