Ancient One, Stephen Strange

Chapter 811 The clouds overhead were as thick as lead, hanging heavily over the city and pressing it into a suffocating, somber gloom. Crackle! A bolt of silver-white lightning split the leaden clouds, turning the city shrouded in night into a terrifying, ghastly white. The torrential rain fell heavily like scattered beans, striking the withered red maple leaves on the streets. The drains along both sides quickly filled, forming streams that surged toward the sewers.