A deity

For once, on a Saturday night, I elected to sleep early. No sooner had I fallen asleep than my slumber was disturbed by the screams and shrieks of revelers at the traffic junction right outside my window.

Despite my atheistic tendencies, I prayed fervently to whatever deity there is to make them go away. To my utter amazement, no sooner had I done so than the dark skies flashed white, thunder roared, and the oh-so-unfortunate partygoers started running like scalded cats as the blessed rain started pouring down, dispersing as if Middletown Police had sent in five thousand troops all armed with pepper spray and tear gas.

If this isn’t Intelligent Design, I don’t know what is. It almost made me want to go to church.