“God is in the rain. God is in the rain. God is in the rain. God is in the…rain.”
I am not alone. I am being touched and felt, kissed and hugged, spoken to and watched at every moment in time.
God is in the rain. God is in the rain. God is in the wind. God is in the trees. God is in the dust. God is in the air. God is every present.
The balcony over the street is vintage, like sole less shoes; it sits half resting, half leaning from the wall. It moans like an old woman after listening to her bones pop while rising from her bed. The railing is worn. Its grooves and gives are melted and rusted away by the creator of time; leaving only burnt sunset colored streaks and pickled beading.
The building as opposed to the railing that dies upon it is new. Its fresh coat of yoke yellow paint makes the apartment building gleam. The new patent glass windows and sliding glass doors modernizes the frail building. Its façade is alluring, but not captivating. Inside, the building is just as damaged as the railing outside; the building is just barely hanging on.
The owner of the dying railing stands stationary on the balcony. She gazes upon the skyline: a grey tinged window with crossed solid black lines behind solid brass catches her eye. The railings owner shifts her gaze to the right and she looks out at the seemingly countless amounts of railing and balconies until all her eyes run against is sky and water.
At her left is the world. So she continued to look right.
In that sight of water and sky she searches for relevance, she searches for comfort. She searches for God.
“God is in the steel,” she whispers as she grasp softly at the railing with one hand.
“God is in the steel” she repeats as her other hand clamps down on the forgotten railing.
“God is the air she breathes,” she breathes as her leg comes to lift over the rail.
“He is the water” she says as the other leg comes to rest beside the first.
She gazes down beneath her feet and breathes a small sigh:
“God is in me.”
Her hands free themselves and she smiles.
copyright © 2007 Brandee Harris
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