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It was storming. The howling outside was unimaginable.
Jason shrugged on a jacket.
“Don’t go,” his wife begged.
“My cigarettes are in the car. I won’t be long.”
In less than a minute, he was back; terrified.
Scratches and bite marks covered his body.
“Damn, it’s raining cats and dogs!”
**A literal explanation for raining cats and dogs is that during heavy rains in 17-century England some city streets became raging rivers of filth carrying many dead cats and dogs. (Urban Dictionary)