HE TURNETH THE DAY TO DIMNESS!!!
HE BRINGETH THE HAIL!!!
THE GUTTERS OVERFLOWETH WITH HIS BOUNTY!!!
(Steady on, old boy. Some of those hailstones look a bit . . . err . . . substantial . . . )
(Seriously. That’s not good for the wheat.) (
Phew. We’re back to the raineth.)