Singing in the rain

"Do you want a more perfect and more peaceful world?"
I looked up, blinking against the rain, to see who was adressing me so.
A woman was leaning out of a shiny black Escalade, trying simultaneously to hand me a tract and preserve her arm from what she must have taken for acid rain of the most dangerous sort.
The, now damp, pamphlet persumably held the secret meaning of life.
It sounds like a trick question though, "Do you want a more perfect and peaceful world?" but the look in her earnest face, the hunger in her eyes- For what? My acceptance of her paper and the message within? My soul?-told me that she was serious; as serious as a woman on a mission to save the planet and all the drowning humans aboard.
As I walked by, enjoying the feeling of each water droplet on my skin, my feet splashing through puddles, I wondered if god was going to stop the rain so that she could get out of the car and spread the good news. I hoped not.