The Wet God

Running late.

I am always running late.

The rain poured.

I had to get out of the car.

Stepping out

The puddle overflowed into my shoe

I kept walking

I had to get to church

Pushing into the rain

I saw someone

I didn’t have time to stop

Something pulled me back

Turning around

She stood there soaking wet

I stared

She managed a smile

Smiling back

God was wet too