It was a dark and stormy night. The winter wind howled wolfishly as the waters cascaded down the rocks, blinding young Winston while he struggled to reach the top and freedom. Suddenly, he lost his grip and fell to his death on the jagged rocks below.
I once tried to put together an anthology called It Was A Dark and Stormy Night. It never made it to publication because I couldn't get anyone to contribute. Don't know why. I thought it was a neat concept.