World on fire

We sat at our dinner table and the sun outside promised to give a great sunset. So I climbed the (dead) volcano close to our house.
But when I arrived at the top the beautiful blue sky had turned into a threatening black sky. It was raining cats and dogs in the neighbouring village.
But the song "Why does it always rain on me" is not my song. Of course no rain for me. And even the sun peeped out under the clouds before he disappeared for the night.
And it was again "the world is on fire".