The torrents of the gods fall upon the earth like warriors on a battlefield. Overtaking the land and wreaking havoc. Nothing can stop these barbarian hordes from their destruction. The trees hang their limbs like those ashamed of their nakedness, and thus do nothing to protect the citizens. Velvet robes of greyness lay upon the sky, blanketing the land from the warming rays of the lordly sun, Helios. A single drop of water is weak and little, until it gathers with it's aquatic brothers and strengthens itself in numbers.