Cop-out. Writing exercise with stupid end.
The street was littered with random flyers being spun around by the wind. With a randoom glance one could pick up notices of rooms for rent, pets for sale, and people advertiisng random odd jobs. The light post upon which all of the flyers used to be taped to had fallen over due to the high winds and it's cylindrical corpse kept slowly rolling down the street blocking all traffic. Somewhere nearby a pandemonium was going on. A crowd of people were watching two rabid dogs duke it out with each other. Their foaming vicious jaws swimming through the air like two fighterjets dogfighting in the air. Rain had started to fall. Lightly at first with random drops falling down into dark places. Then the intensity of the rain increased into a drizzle, then a downpour, then into a torrent. The drains were all plugged tight up with soaked paper leaving the water to gather in the roads, spill over into the sidewalks and start, slowly at first, to flow down the street as a snail-paced stream. Somewhere not too far a boiler exploded in the basement of some old shabby rotting building sending shards of wood and glass out into the rain, into the street. Somewhere else a siren began to holler. Tanks rolled with their centipede movements into the streets, barrels breaking the deges of buildings, bricks falling down into the stream. Seemingly out of nowhere a Carl Gustav rocket appeared like a mad horse and struck into the side of one of the tanks, damaging the turret in a massive ball of pressure and flame. The tanks answered the challenge, spraying the streets with mounted machine guns. Barrels seeking an unknown enemy, spitting out yellow tracers into the darkness of the torrent infested city. The 2 rabid dogs lay dead, bleeding from shattered skulls, bones, ripped muscles. The left overs of the crowd were down on the ground as well, the water covering their bluish cold faces. Pee Wee Herman rode on. The fifth horseman had come and gone.