Rain (back drop) [a poem]

On the 23rd of November, I called.

I can’t do this on my own. But I have to.

God is within me. He’s also in the farthest thing from me.

How do I connect the dots to see His larger portrait?

When they are just drops of rain

splattering on the sidewalk.

into disappearance. Into the void. Pressure-less kisses with Paper,

rock or scissors. He looks at his phone.

I say

I love the sound of the rain.

He says

he hadn’t noticed it at all.