God is not dead

Rain clouds gather
I await a downpour
The first drop hits the ground, with purpose
The next ones simply follow suit, with just haste
I see people run about frantically
And seek refuge wherever possible
The cars, with their wipers working overtime
crunch along just fine, hot and unbothered,
leaving the refugees jealous and yearning

Me I’m already drenched thoroughly from head to toe
I can walk home with no care

It's thrashing louder and louder now
trying to evoke an apocalyptic fear
But it makes no difference to me
The rain has played its cards too soon
and now is lashing out in a fit of child like rage
screaming and desperate and giving it all,
All for nothing

I walked on, feeling like God