Would you want to read more of this story?

The cerulean sky was no more. In its place, great grey fists of clouds gave way to an unrelenting darkness that was only lit by the occasional rebellious bolt of lightning, who, squirming its way through sodden fingers, streaked through the charcoal sky, daring to flash its glimmer of light on the world. The rain that fell was not the sort that gently watered the earth, coaxing forth all things green and new, but rather tore through the heavens, rending the soil below first with the nicks of each particular drop. These, in turn, gathered into the deeper cuts of wandering streams, which then cascaded into the gashes of swollen rivers ripping through the countryside, churning up their beds, ripping away great chunks of the banks, until it seemed that the world bled brow