Strands of cumulus rise from the vaporous team morphing into riders astride mane-flowing mounts. Thunderous hooves pound across the roiling firmament while the world quakes in fear and a deluge of tears soaks the earth.
Harbingers of the Last Judgment ride across the ether. Four horsemen of the Apocalypse on their coloured steeds: white for pestilence, red for war, black for famine, the fourth, a pale horse, representing death.
Is the world in rehearsal?