My musings over the beautiful wet ride (cycling)
yesterday evening from work.

God after a busy day
of playing dice
sat on his couch
with
snacks on the tray
and heavenly vice,
shoulders lazily slouched.
Fingers on lamp switch
continuously twitch
on off, on off.
The light flickers,
lightening streaks visible on earth.
Snack stuck in throat
a cough so guttural,
gushing liquid visceral
a big thunder clap
a sudden cloudburst.
God closes his eyes
dark cloud covered skies
softly chest heaves
the gentle wind weaves.
Dreaming about what to do tomorrow
the lives of billions decided
destiny taking shape
filling universe with hope.