The End is Near!

A bolt of lightning dances across the sky, followed almost immediately by a menacing roar of thunder.  I drag myself across the gravelly sand of the beach, rolling to the side just in time to avoid being hammered into the ground by a falling coconut.  The heavens have opened their floodgates, letting forth a torrential downpour upon all who inhabit this desolate, accursed, island.  Suddenly, a voice shouts something inaudible, but my experienced ears easily pick up the tone of distress.  What fresh hell is this?  Looking into the jungle behind me, I hear the pounding of drums and the footfalls of a thousand hungry feet.  The cannibals have arrived.  I grab my bloodstained dagger from its tattered sheath and prepare to make one last fight for my life.  Panting heavily, I must hold the dagger with my good hand, the other having been mauled by a wild boar many weeks ago.  As an unmistakeable shadow falls across me, I prepare for the worst.  Gazing up into the eyes of the bloodthirsty savage who may very well be the last person I ever lay eyes on, I ready myself for my impending fate.  Just as the cannibal raises it's spear and prepares to skewer it right through my heart, there is silence.  No more thunder.  No more drum beats.  No more rain.  The lurid hue of the sky has transformed itself into a peaceful, luminous blue.  The cannibal readying itself to flay me alive looks to the sky as well, then lets out a throaty battle call, then runs with its fellow savages into the jungle just as quickly as they came.  My fellow castaways and I let out cries of joy, relief, and freedom.  The sun beams warm our still trembling limbs, as some of us leap and dance for joy.  It is over!  We have survived!