Hell Hath No Fury… Flash Fiction

He looked at the angry sky and wondered if tomorrow would ever come. The tremors had been felt for days now and he had been warned. With an aching knot deep in his gut he knew the time for action had passed. Surrounded by hissing, steam escaped from moist vents like vipers in a pit. He stepped around them. It was hard to tell where the land and sky met as they combusted with the same infernal heat.  Like molten lead, heaven and earth had opened up becoming liquefied, dueling in a fight to the death. “It won’t happen again.”

Photo by S. Lindau

Can you figure it out? It is a riddle…