midnight
`` His tricolored bow divides the heavens into two parts and rests on the ends of the earth plain . Where are the gates which could equal Him in loftiness ? Nations are in terror at the thunder of His chariot , and there is naught beneath the sun which could stand His flashing arrows . `` His breath is the north wind at midnight , which freshens trees when withering , His anger is like the chamsin which burns what it touches . `` When He stretches His hands above the waters , they are petrified . He pours the sea into new places , as a woman pours out leaven . He rends the earth as if it were old linen , and clothes in silvery snow the naked tops of mountains .