The empty sky rained stone splinters and ragged chunks of rock.

Then after a moment's pause and silence the sky rained stones, and with them the limbs of men.

Then the green sky was raining women.

The sky, in that direction, rained caramel and microdiamonds.

But as David braced himself for the next blast, the sky suddenly rained Klingons.

The whole sky lit up and the sky was actually raining fire.

The sky rained black snow on everything.

I had a vision of tin soldiers on fire, and the sky was raining babies.

Then the wings would fail and for a day the sky would rain spores.

The sky was overcast, but wasn't raining yet.