Describing Surroundings Realistically
It was a dark and stormy night, the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals when it was checked by a violent gush of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies) rattling along the housetops and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. This has got to be one of the most famous openings of any story. Maybe not the very best piece of writing, but famous nonetheless. And goodness does it sets
