umbrella, heaven, god

the woman's umbrella had turned inside out on her.
"beautiful day," said the man who walked by her. this was a sarcastic thing to say because of the rain.
the woman was wet and cold, but once she got home she warmed up quickly by the fire.
forty years later, when the woman died, she went to heaven and it was raining there too.
"why all the rain?" she asked god.
"look around," he said, and so she did. she noticed that everything was green and beautiful; ferns, and orchids, and mossy trees, and lots of healthy fat dandelions.
"it rains because the plants need the water to be healthy," said god.
"i don't like the rain on my skin," said the woman, shivering.
"so," said god, "turn yourself inside out."
the woman found that she had a zipper down her skin, which she undid and turned herself inside out.
"there," said god. "you look more beautiful now." and there was no way to tell if he was being sarcastic.