A gentle rain will fall calmly upon the earth, the earth and its inhabitants will rejoice, breathing creatures will be refreshed, and little seedlings will sprout and spread its surroundings with beauty. A blossom season will be in expectation, and its meaning will fill the heart of the sons of men with gladness - a fruitful season in the offing. There comes a brilliant sunrise adorned with excellence, the rays gradually extending it's countless hands engraved with gold to places far and wide. The warmth is felt as it gently rise above the cold weather. The scintillating sun gradually feeds the green lives, and they thus extend the generosity to mankind with abundance of choicest resources. Life was perfect.

Now, the arrival of the once beautiful and gentle rain is a sign of calamity. Because accompanying it are violent winds, brutal lightning, to be welcomed by an earth ruined by civilisation, greediness, and oppression. The lowly ones of the earth would be in the hash and brutal end of the presence of the rain. They wail and sing many dirge but no man's ear is willing to hear them out. The sun rises in their labour and beat down on them in the open field, a shelter is far beyond sight and away from their reach. They welcome the harsh sun in disgust. The sweat of their faces now weigh far higher than the bread they receive in return.

The earth has been ruined but not beyond repair, for its maker is strong more than enough to cleans it and make it new again. Before He act, on comes the doom day!