You’ve heard this
worn-out opening line 6,274 times,
but here’s what follows it:
“It was a dark and stormy night;
the rain fell in torrents—except at
occasional intervals, when it was checked by
a violent gust 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.”
Am I Making This Up?