Sayest thou now unto thyself, "The dark birds flying o'er us is nought but coincidence, or has been before, or is - at worst - none other than a portent, for good or ill?"

And dost thou still await the advent of rain in thy land?

Verily, verily, I say unto thee,

"Cry aloud, for thine is a God; either he is musing, or he has gone aside, or he is on a journey, or perhaps he is asleep and must be awakened."