Raining molten tar

I was living in a small town adjacent to a calm river where the birds only ever flew eastward. One day local boys were throwing pebbles into the river. After a while the pebbles began to sizzle upon impact. All of the birds became large black crows and started flying slowly, backwards, and westward, just as if they were a reversed and slowed video. Occasionally it would rain boiling hot tar for a few seconds, causing everyone to run for cover. We began looking for shelter that would withstand the hot tar. For some reason we assumed this rain would exist forever. We found bathtubs, washers, and dryers that we thought could be modified.

I think that seeking cover in bathtubs, etc may have been influenced by a Cabrini Green gang video yesterday where, on New Year's Eve, people would shoot guns all over just for fun and some residents would hide in bathtubs from stray bullets.