You're stuck in the streets in the middle of the night with a monster on the lose. Before your very eyes, the unconscious man next to you is slowly turning into some sort of latex werewolf. Finally, just to drive in how desperate your situation is, the sky is becoming overcast as clouds block the starlight and leave you unable to see beyond the glow of the streetlight above you. You think of all your options, weigh them carefully, then decide to do what any REAL man would in this situation: you cry. You drop to your knees, shut your eyes tight, and bawl more hysterically than a five-year-old girl who just lost her puppy. As you hear a growl from a few meters away, your weeping only becomes louder. When you hear the same noise from the man (probably not really a man anymore) beside you, your sobs become even more frantic. That's when it starts to rain.
You can't control yourself anymore (you call that control?) and start screaming like a maniac, waterfalls of tears pouring from your eyes. The whole world, nay, the entire UNIVERSE has conspired to end your life here, tonight, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.