"Slate-black curtains tumbled over Eden. Thunder growled among the hills. The animals, freshly named, cowered from the storm. Far away, in the dripping woods, something bright and fiery flickered among the trees. It was going to be a dark and stormy night" (Gaiman and Pratchett, 2).

Aziraphale sat in a leather chair reading a book as he contemplated whether or not one could become truly holy if they did not have the opportunity to be definitely wicked. It was a dark and stormy night.