In terms of premise, One Rainy Night is like James Herbert's The Fog with a voodoo slant.
We already have way too many bloody Laymon threads (see below), so here's another. A loving wife attacks her husband, bouncing the back of his head on the marble floor until, it sounds like sloppy wet meat. A soaking-wet queue of cinema-goers smashes its way inside the movie house to slice up the dry people within. A helpful stranger at a gas station shoves a petrol pump down a customer's throat and squeezes the trigger. Warm, viscous and unnatural, it coats the inhabitants in an unending torrent - and turns them into crazy, hate-filled maniacs. The water drops like a shroud on the town of Bixby.
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