"But," he thought, "from down there the folks won't be able to see the wood showing through." Just as he finished, a huge dark cloud appeared over the church and a pouring rain came down in torrents. The preacher was dismayed to see the thin white paint running down the steeple. This was sure to expose his deceptive paint job. "What shall I do?" he cried aloud.
From the dark cloud came a booming voice, "Repaint, and thin no more!"