The Cloud Is Almost Ready For The Rain

On the morning of June 14, 2025—a Sabbath—I had a dream. In the dream, I was in a room full of people—a large crowd gathered in a dark space with no electricity. Everyone was waiting for something big that was about to happen. I found myself near a window, praying with three other men. I was confessing my sins—and confessing on their behalf as well. Then they asked me, “Aren’t we now fully forgiven?” I replied, “You can never confess enough. We must continue confessing all the sins God reveals to us.”

After a while, I heard a loud sound from heaven like I had never heard before. It was similar to a ship’s horn and a trumpet, but unlike anything I had ever experienced. When I looked up, I knew it was coming from the heavens. I became afraid that I wouldn’t make it. I feared I would be numbered among the foolish virgins. I was in despair.

Suddenly, everyone dispersed. We all began to run. I saw an army of people coming toward me, intent on killing me. I kept running and running, and then I saw a Man running beside me, wearing a golden, fiery, glowing robe. I knew it was Jesus. He fought the army for me—but interestingly, He didn’t harm them. 

Instead, He broke all their swords, and they were left clueless, not understanding what was happening.

Then I reached a familiar place back home—a field. Jesus and I were walking toward it together, and I couldn’t believe how real it all was. I MET JESUS FACE TO FACE.

As I looked at Him, His face was sad and burdened. I just kept telling Him I was sorry for all I had done and that I didn’t deserve His mercy. But His gentle love spoke through His words: “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Those words gave me so much comfort and joy. I knew then that my condition was not hopeless—Jesus was with me. I kept holding Him and hugging Him.

Then He began explaining the events that were about to happen. I told Him I didn’t remember the Scriptures, and He began quoting them word for word—especially the ones relating to the events that were soon to take place.

Then He pointed me to a huge cloud, glowing from within—like a fairy light inside a cotton ball. And He told me, “The latter rain is about to be poured out.” I instantly felt relieved. The work is still unfinished, and the power is yet to be poured out—so that we can go forth in the power of the Holy Spirit and preach the Loud Cry.

I woke up filled with hope and peace, but also with a deep sense of urgency—to get ready, and to prepare the people of God for the things that are about to take place.

My Thoughts After Waking Up:

After I woke up from the dream, I called a friend right away to share what the Lord had shown me. As I told her about Jesus fighting the army and their swords falling to the ground, she immediately pointed me to a quote from Early Writings, page 284, paragraph 2: “As the saints left the cities and villages, they were pursued by the wicked, who sought to slay them. But the swords that were raised to kill God’s people broke and fell as powerless as a straw. Angels of God shielded the saints. As they cried day and night for deliverance, their cry came up before the Lord.”

When I heard this, I was stunned. “There’s no way,” I said. As much as I should know this quotation, I don’t recall ever reading it before. Yet I had just seen this exact scene in my dream—Jesus fighting the army, not harming them, but simply breaking their swords, which then fell to the ground, and the enemies stood there utterly confused! This couldn’t have been a coincidence or just a made-up dream.

However, one part still left me confused.

While I was taking a shower, I asked the Lord about the meaning behind the dream. I understood the first part clearly: we were in a room waiting, we heard a loud sound, we ran, and an army came to kill us—but Jesus stepped in and saved us from harm. That scene represents the time of trouble and the death decree after the close of probation.

But what I didn’t understand was what happened next—when Jesus and I walked through a familiar field, and He pointed to a glowing cloud and said, “The latter rain is about to be poured out.” That didn’t seem to fit the timeline. As far as I know, the latter rain is poured out before the close of probation. So why was Jesus telling me this after the scenes of the close of probation?

Then, as I continued to think about it, the meaning came to me—clear as day.

The dream was in two parts. The first part was showing me what will happen after the close of probation: how Jesus will protect His people from death when the wicked rise up against them. The second part was what He wanted me to understand about the present time: that He is preparing the cloud, and the latter rain is soon to be poured out. It was a call to prepare His people for what is about to happen.

When I understood this, I began praising the Lord for giving clarity.

“He who has ears to hear, let him hear.” — Matthew 11:15

And that realization left me with a deeply sobering thought: that God gave this dream to someone like me—someone who feels like a nobody, unequipped to prepare His people. But what I do know is this: He is going to do the work. And I want to be part of it.

“But near the close of earth’s harvest, a special bestowal of spiritual grace is promised to prepare the church for the coming of the Son of man. This outpouring of the Spirit is likened to the falling of the latter rain; and it is for this added power that Christians are to send their petitions to the Lord of the harvest “in the time of the latter rain.” In response, “the Lord shall make bright clouds, and give them showers of rain.” “He will cause to come down … the rain, the former rain, and the latter rain,” Zechariah 10:1; Joel 2:23.” AA 55.1

I want to do everything I can, through His power to get ready for the latter rain and bring people together to pray for the rain—because I saw in the dream that the cloud is almost ready.

Do you want to be part of it?