The humble farmer stood under the sky, his hands raised high. Above him the clouds were forming fast, as if they were directed at last. He stood there suddenly from lightning lit, wondered greatly why they did it. The hills was roaring from the wind blowing, the grass waving oddly glowing. His arms was hurting as he held them up in the air, it was starting to become hard to bear. Then he heard his friend calling that the food was ready, and he lowered his hands and walked away steady. Just afterwards out of the sky four riders appeared, but no one at them peered. When they this finally saw, in disappointment they said 'Aww'.