world outside my window part ten

braced myself for a day of retribution, of earth's damnation, of ragnarok, of piercing screams and wailing cries of agony and tragedy of a billion strangers, the end of days ~ and all we got was ... rain. and so the day of the damned; the dreaded number of the beast 666 ~ came and left with but a hushed-whisper and all i got out of it was an extremely wet tho cooling morning (great for sleeping