In the small village, the streets were empty. It had been raining nonstop for twenty days. The baffled villagers were watching the red raindrops through their windows. John knew that doomsday was close. The dry white lilies stood out in his garden.
On the twenty-first day, the rain ceased. A dull sound woke the people up. The walls cracked; a stench was coming from the earth.
“The foul odour of Hell will swallow you up,” John shouted.
“Your arrogance blinded you! God is destroying the world!”
There was an eerie glow. Everything vanished. The scent of lilies filled the universe.
On the twenty-first day, the rain ceased. A dull sound woke the people up. The walls cracked; a stench was coming from the earth.
“The foul odour of Hell will swallow you up,” John shouted.
“Your arrogance blinded you! God is destroying the world!”
There was an eerie glow. Everything vanished. The scent of lilies filled the universe.
