he’d just sit and watch the rain fall…for days…never left his chair…he’d look out down the alleyway as puddles formed in potholes…cars would zip through splashing water all about…on garbage bins…old furniture…mangy dogs out for a walk…all of God’s earth was wet…

and it came down harder…fogged up his windows…all he could see was outlines of trees and church steeples…red brake lights glowing…lawn chairs tossed about…

listening to the rain…he couldn’t help but think of Noah…wise man stuck with a bunch of smelly animals…myth or truth…he didn’t know…his faith said one thing…his head another…

here’s to rain…