Wantonly the convection streams will suck her heat upward and the clouds will call out, so that the ground will testify to this. The water streams will sing and the sea will testify. Yes, while all of creation will bow down before her Creator.

With a loud crack the thunderbolt will whistle and destructively the large hail stones will take their grain and corn loot. Look, from heaven, large scales pour out their destructive contents. Yes, while all the elements globally commit destructive mutiny.
The big storms stay heavily pregnant above the two Americas and they already begin to unlock again. Look, there is nothing or nobody that can stop or check this. In a snow white plume one after the next Hurricane and Harlequin appears destructively.

The sea stands wild and white in foam and she rolls wide across beach and dune. With sea rubble and dead fish spread across the once busy market square, the once beautiful city grounds lie in ruins. So, flee oh native Asian, also to the safety of a high crest. With Judgment already appearing in dark, bad-weather clouds on your horizon.

Listen to the big sound of the storms and do not look outside, through the glass of your window. Yes, with hailstones that will hit through it, like stone-hard clods, it is already too late to try to evacuate your infrastructures.

New convection streams already begin to suck her heat upward again, wantonly. Yes, while a new judgment humbly bows down before God, but bows destructively towards the earth. The clouds will call out and the thunderbolts will testify.

The water streams will bubble and fizz, while the sea will rejoice extravagantly in a big, destructive tsunami.