As night fell, a cold wind howled and torrential rain poured from the sky, washing the muddy streets. Flashes of lightning and peals of thunder illuminated the sky, and faint glimpses of the Divine Kingdom's reflection could be seen floating above London.
Even for London, known for its frequent rain, such a storm was rare. The water on the streets gathered into rivers, swirling into whirlpools at drains, while the underground sewers were bursting with rushing water. The Thames River too was wrought with waves, its water levels crazily climbing over the safe line and continuing to rise.
Residents hid in their homes shivering, as many of them had not seen such a terrifying downpour in years, as if it were going to swallow the great city of London.
Inside St. Paul's Cathedral, Pontiff Ubli I stood before the window, looking at the water flowing down the streets with a grave expression, realizing that this was no simple rain, but a flood!
