Listen to the song of man lamenting and whining and know that it is now too late to weep because God’s blessing is now nowhere to be found. The winds cry and weep and the rain is fossilised in hailstones. The waves roar and thunder with the earth’s crust that moans and groans. The great drought brings a famine, yes, skinny to the bone, just to rain for forty days nonstop again. But it is fire that will take everything away from man because at the end of this period the entire world is again estranged from God.