No dew or rain refreshes the thirsty earth. The word of Jehovah stands unchanged by anything the priests of Baal can do. A year passes, and yet there is no rain. The earth is parched as if with fire. The scorching heat of the sun destroys what little vegetation has survived.
Streams dry up, and lowing herds and bleating flocks wander hither and thither in distress.
Once-flourishing fields have become like burning desert sands, a desolate waste. Page 125 of nature, afford no shade. Once-prosperous cities and villages have become places of mourning. Hunger and thirst are telling upon man and beast with fearful mortality. Famine, with all its horror, comes closer and still closer.