On Tuesday night a rainbow appeared in the sky that seemed to cover the entire globe. I was sitting in my living room watching television when I saw countless posts about it on Instagram. My first thought wasn't that it was beautiful, and it definitely wasn't to rush outside to get a video of it for The Gram. No, my first thought was that there was something very wrong with our planet. I'm aware that our planet is dying (it's the reason I don't want to have kids), but a rainbow in the middle of the night is a clear sign that Earth is in pretty bad shape.

For starters, we're in the middle of the Summer. I was unaware of the outside world because I have blackout shades throughout my apartment and the air running non-stop. I haven't stepped outside in days because I work remote. It hasn't rained in months, and now there was a rainbow above my apartment complex. I don't know about you but that sounds like global warming to me.

"You're not going to go outside to take pictures of it?" Asked my mom through the phone.

"I can see it just fine through my window...besides I don't want to be like every single person on social media right now, it's all I'm seeing on my feed," this was a strange, unintended jab at my mom, because I knew she was probably uploading a picture of the Night Rainbow on her own Facebook as we spoke.

She scoffed at my reply, one that felt passive...distracted, as though she were focused on something else. "But this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing Wayne, you're never going to see something like this again."

"That's fine," I muttered. It really was. I had no desire to go outside whatsoever.

She scoffed again, asked what I was doing for my Saturday, and then confirmed if my brother and I were coming over for dinner on Sunday. I told her that we would be there around noon. About three minutes after I'd hung up with my Mom, I heard a scream from out front of my apartment. I pushed myself off the couch, nearly rolling my ankle in the process, and stumbled over to the window.

The scream belonged to my landlord, Shelly, who lived across from my apartment. She was leaning against her walker, and her scream was deafening. I think the glass for my windows rattled in the foundation. I couldn't see what she was looking at, but her gaze was locked on the apartment directly below me. Shelly's head shot upward toward the rainbow, and I followed her gaze. A large multicolored beam shot directly through Shelly's head. Her eyes,

nostrils, mouth, and ear holes began to illuminate a blinding white light. Her head looked like a strobe light for about five seconds and then she fell over her walker and onto the grass.

That rainbow killed a lot of people that night, in the same way that it killed my landlord and the guy who lived below me. It didn't get my parents or a good amount of people that I knew, you had to be out there at a certain time. Regardless, I'm glad I didn't march outside for a photo and become a Strobe Dome (that's term flying around on The Gram).

Next time you see a rainbow at night...maybe stay indoors?