Just one sign, God?

“Good morning, good morning, Hey, good morning Godddd,”I muttered quickly and impatiently while standing at the balcony.

Overhead, dark skies glided speedily towards me and I desperately wanted God to answer me, by a strong gust of wind that splashes tiny droplets of water against my skin, by the sunlight suddenly peeking out of the dark, or by the gentle caress of his breeze.

“Anything, anything at all, just one sign!” I fought under my breath, seeking a sign that weak humans so vainly desire.