The Sky becomes dark and gray and the wind howls and turns cold. The sun is covered in a dark Veil and it's warmth cannot be felt. Distant Thunder tells of a coming storm. The horizon turns to a misty silver as the fierce raindrops fall. Many people run for cover and hide in the shelter of their homes, but a Dusty and tired farmer Stands in his field alone. He picks up clumps of parched Earth and then falls down to his knees and he sits quietly as he listens to the Thunder and feels the coolness of the breeze. What to one person may be a disaster to another is a bounty. For many days he's waited for the clouds to roll in and for the rain to fall. In what seems to be a dark hour, this man's blessings have come to call.