It’s over. Nobody is left.
We became too egotistical to think that we could control the nature of the winds and the rain. We protested against the trees and the earth. We believed we were gods. We were wrong.
They rebelled against us. They fought back. And they won.
Now there is no human left to tell the story. Only the echoes of our cries as the last of the rains came drowning us in our own self-worth. We are no more.
Inspired by: Friday Fictioneers