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Lawn sucks up the rain, thunder rumbles: God kicking down doors on His way across the sky, grey voluminous beard billowing.
Bellowing and taking great sucks of air, whole oceans of air going down His magnificent lungs.
The solar system He wears, a pretty necklace, banging against His cloudy, Milky Way chest. His feet two galaxies bunched up.
His music plays randomly, a shifting playlist booming across time and dimensions heard on Earth in miniature, atom-sized tunes that hum in our ears: imperfect lopsided people gifted with ears, eyes and a nervous system, no doubt tiny and incomplete.