Who Is This God?

Heavy rain fell throughout the night,
Is still falling early morning.
Cats stare out from behind the glass,
Ignoring nature’s calling.

“Dad, can you make it stop?”
My three all say to me.
“We can’t stay inside all day,
You know we have to be free!”

I say “There’s nothing I can do ’bout it,
My furry little friends.
It’s God’s way of washing
And starting over again.”

“We simply don’t believe you!”
They mewed and stamped their paws.
“We have no truck or faith in,
Such random, immutable laws!”

“And,” Otto – the youngest,
Did carry on to say,
“Just who is this God you talk of,
Anyway?”