You run, looking for any cover you can take, dodging between falling and fallen house pets as you go. You duck inside a nearby convenience store, where the clerk greets you with, "Welcome! It's raining cats and dogs out there!" You're not sure if he was trying to be funny or just making a literal statement, but you're not amused either way.
"What's going on out there?" you ask.
"Oh, not much," the attendant replies, "I think it's just the end of the world or something."
"Wait," you say, "what?"
"Yeah," he says, "look; there's the plague of locusts, right on schedule."
You look outside and, sure enough, there's a black cloud of insects blocking all view. "Did I miss the other plagues?" you ask. You must have, because the ground is splitting open and literal hell is erupting, consuming you and everything else in flames and torment.