It is said that every year in mid-July, when Sirius and the rising sun appear on the eastern horizon, the Nile River, which gave birth to the origin of civilization, will set off a monstrous flood, wrapping the silt that nourishes all living things, flooding the plains on both sides, roaring to open the opening of another year's "flood season". The inhabitants on both sides of the river waited for the gift of the Nile, praying for God's bounty to deliver a perfect flood.

July has passed, August has come to an end, the sun is still scorching everything in the world, and the vast earth is shrouded in a suffocating sense of heat. The Nile slept in this suffocating air, like a newborn baby, silently flowing down its established course, forgetting its responsibilities, ignoring the pleas of the people, and allowing the suffering of the people to run rampant.

At this time, the isolated people remembered their great God, the supreme God who had given all the world, and they fell on their knees on the banks of the Nile, in the same direction, and offered the most fervent prayer and the most earnest desire of their hearts:

"Salute to you, O Most High God, who leads the darkness to the light. How happy is this guidance for our hearts: You fill the world with sunshine, You give life to all animals, You spur the holy river to irrigate the soil and give us life. Oh, the Most High God, the omnipotent God......"

The pious and mournful prayer spread far and wide through the air, and the papyrus heard it, swaying its graceful posture and echoing each other unhurriedly to the beat, the lotus flowers laughed and rejoiced when they heard it, and the people said that God had heard it—the god who had come to earth and dwelt deep in the palace would surely feel the prayers of the people and shed nectar on the earth.

His followers regarded him as a god and worshipped him.

Soon after, in the middle of the city, far from the Holy River, the earth was torn apart by a long drought, revealing a scene of desolation. A man in a black robe, walking on the road with a brisk step, holding a crystal ball in his hand, with a happy expression, seemed to see a beautiful and happy scene from the crystal ball, and was eager to report the news.

The pedestrians on the road were cut off from the bridge of communication by his noble status, and even more discouraged by his hasty footsteps, no one dared to try to break through the obstacles, watching him walk away step by step, about to disappear at the end of the road. Around the corner, a figure finally emerged from the side of the road, blocking the way, there are always people who have to sacrifice, for the benefit of the masses.

"Honorable ...... Respectfully...... Lord Priest Sem. ”

The shirtless young man, with his hands at the sides of his head, bowed respectfully in worship, stumbling before he could say a word, not daring to look up at all.

The man known as the priest of Sam stopped and looked at the man in front of him, first with high pride in his eyes, and then with puzzlement and doubt, not understanding why this ordinary man dared to block his way. But because the happy event was hidden in his heart, he did not care about the offense of this status class, and asked in a polite and polite but dignified tone: "May I ask how I can help you?"

The man found some courage in the priest's answer, and then replied, "Priest, when will it rain in the sky and when will the holy river rise?"

"The Divine Race has eliminated the disturbing Hades Emissaries for us, and it will rain heavily in the near future. ”

The priest proudly read the message aloud, forgetting the difference in status and sharing the joy with the common people, and then he hurried away, anxious to report the news to his master.

"Oh, one of the gods!"

"Damn Hades!"

"Damn bastards! I curse them not to be reborn!"

"If I run into these bastards, I'm going to kill them!"

"No, you can't, we can't, even ordinary soldiers are no match for them......"

"They are evil devils, who have mastered evil spells, and only one of the gods can!"

"Only one of the gods under the rule of the supreme god can!"

"Great Supreme God!"

"And the four priests, the twelve night watchmen......"

“......”

The priest's words exploded directly in the crowd, and they talked, discussed, and cursed without saying a word, and their words were filled with gratitude, joy, and anger, and all kinds of emotions were mixed together. But for them, there is no doubt that the temple must be cleared, and the worship of God in their hearts grows stronger.

Although it has not yet happened, everyone is convinced that the prophecy that comes from the mouth of the priest of Sam is simply the result of their unwavering trust in the God in their hearts, as always, who can always overcome difficulties and save people. This time, it's no exception.

The scarlet remnant sun sprinkled the last afterglow on the world, dyeing every inch of territory, streets, alleys, palaces, houses, and even every corner of nature soaked in this blood red. It is like a blooming poppy flower, eating away at the hearts of every people.

In the distance, smoke curls up, and an aroma breaks through the confines of the house and fills the air, attracting everyone who works outside the home. Pedestrians on the road are in twos and threes, stepping on heavy steps, seemingly aimlessly bowing their heads in the established direction. Occasionally looking up at the sky and feeling the lifeless heat, he quickly shook his head again and dragged himself forward again.

Since the prophecy of the priests spread far and wide, the people have looked up to the sky more often, watched the clouds change, felt the flow of air, and seemed to be preparing for the heavy rain, and shaking their heads in disappointment did not destroy their hopes, but only strengthened their determination to look up next.

"O rain god, when will you come down to the earth, nourish all things, and cleanse our hearts......"

In the deserted suburbs, an old man sat on the threshold of a dilapidated mud house, holding the dry soil in front of him in his hands, staring at himself with his eyes, and muttering to himself, his voice as faint as the cry of a mosquito, drifting away in the wind.

"Don't you want to live anymore, where is there a rain god, only the supreme god, and God will give us everything. An old woman rushed out of the house, looked flustered, and scolded sharply.

The old man stopped talking and sighed.

"If you dare to mention your set of wind gods and rain gods again, I'm not done with you!" After a pause, she added, "No, the child and I are not finished with you!"

The ensuing argument was quickly drowned out in the darkness.

The night came swiftly, gradually gaining the upper hand in the battle with the sunset, repainting the world with its pitch-black color, and plunging the earth into darkness again. When the last of the red faded to the end of the horizon, the night finally drew the curtain and began a new round of domination. Night, enveloping the land, the mysterious atmosphere begins to permeate.

Without warning, a thunderclap resounded in the sky, in the air, in people's hearts, reverberating for a long time, as if strongly plucking a string deep in the heart, igniting the hidden faint fire, looming, fluttering.

Then there was one thunderclap after another, accompanied by a strong wind that swept across the land, howling and raging, destroying everything in its path, and at the same time completely shattering people's dull and suspicious hearts, and a bright light shone in their hearts.

As if summoned by the light, all of them ran out of their houses to bask in the cool, no longer hot wind. Lightning struck mercilessly, and people's enthusiasm withstood the test and unleashed in the daytime.

They shouted hoarsely, venting their anguish in their hearts, dancing without hesitation, welcoming the long-lost guest with their body language. Everyone was immersed in a kind of excitement, whether it was the elderly, children, men and women, they all expressed their thoughts and desires in their most enthusiastic way.

"A miracle, a real miracle!"

"The priest's prophecy has been fulfilled!"

"O Supreme God, Thou art the only true God in our hearts!"

“......”

At first, people were immersed in a new wave of passion and hope, as if they saw the coming reality through the existing appearances, they talked to each other in words, congratulated, cheered each other on, and their words all revealed gratitude for God's gifts.

With a loud "boom, boom", the night sky was neatly split in half, and from the cracks, heavy rain poured down on the houses and land, wetting people's clothes, moistening everything here, and sprinkling grace on the earth with overwhelming power.

The stuffy heat of many days was washed away, and the restless heart finally found a gap to vent and gushed out. Everyone, yes, everyone in sight, seemed to be declared born again, and the joy overwhelmed them, and they became bewildered, lost the function of verbal communication, and did not know how to express their inner feelings. So they roared, walked, jumped, and even beat their chests like wild beasts, showing their wild side decorated with civilization in various ways.

Subsequently, what started as a personal shout and dance developed into a carnival in the rain. In the midst of the rainstorm, all the people held hands and gathered in a circle, thanking their Lord and their God in their most primitive way of celebration. Walking on a brisk and joyful pace, accompanied by the beat of raindrops, their emotions are pushed to a climax wave after wave, without stopping.

In a mud house on the corner of the street, the old man who was sick in bed felt the laughter and cheers from all around, as if he was also infected by this emotion, and his face was flushed red, which was a hundred times better than good medicine. He was thinking, searching for fragments of the past in his memory, and the loud sound that tore through the sky made him excited but puzzled.

This scene reminded the old man of the past, forgetting the years and months that had befallen their country as well, and a shocking thunderstorm had also befallen their country.