Getting down on your knees, you look to the heavens and beg whatever higher power might hear you to have mercy upon a poor, lost traveler and deliver unto you a pizza. Several moments pass, and much to your dismay no foodstuffs appear. Thinking that perhaps you were not earnest enough in your pleas, you raise your hands to the sky and restate your request, this time in a loud and obnoxiously demanding voice. Your begging apparently goes unnoticed, as the only thing which comes raining down from the clouds is not pizza, but rather the more traditional offering of rain.
Hungry, less pious than you had been five minutes ago, and quickly becoming wet, you conclude that no provisions are forthcoming and rise to your feet. Dusting yourself off and making some remarks which could easily be viewed as heresy, you start to look around for some shelter from the rain. Without warning, you are momentarily rendered senseless by a flash of light and a deafening burst of noise!