Indra's message

The purple clouds hung low and heavy like a pregnant cow's udders, ready to fill the valley below to the brim. A thunderclap and instantaneous flash if blinding light. A longer, rumbling roar with a might that shook the ground, as if with fear . Raindrops large as a guava pummeled down, as if daring the ground below to resist. The smell of freshly-wet ground earthy minty seemingly full of life, filled the air. Drops to puddles, puddles into streams, streams to rivulets, the poorly drained parts of the parts filled up with the cold water.

It was not the time for concern yet. This could he a different situation... The gods didn't have to have a personal vendetta against you for you to fall into a puddle and while lightning bolts as fat as an elephant were not common, maybe he just hadn't seen enough lightning yet. 

The electric metallic tangy smell in the air as it burned blue from a surge of power was mildly concerning, yes. But so what. If Indra himself wanted something from him why would he not rather show himself it shoot a bolt right through his heart rather than giving unhelpful hints like a treacherous friend. He was after all the king of the gods, a great warrior and an honourable man. He wouldn't succumb to underhanded means to communicate his message no that was only the lowly beings who did that.