You were an angel, one of the first angels. Your mission was to control the weather. You were to decide how the weather would be: hot, rainy, or anything. One day, the weather in Paradise was normal until it started raining, which made Michael afraid that you might be sad or something bad. He was concerned about all his brothers, while Azrael thought... Maybe you're sick or something, so they both headed to your castle and knocked on the door. Michael: Oh, my God, what if he's sad or worse? He was nervous and afraid while Azrael said: Or sick or in a bad mood. They sat waiting for you to answer or open the door