It had been raining and I could smell the pine trees nearby. God wasn't necessary. The clouds cleared and the sunlight blazing from above paid out a bonus in the puddles at my feet.
Bonnie wagged her tail, sniffing and investigating another spot in the bushes and undergrowth. Still no sign of God.
I sucked in enormous lungfuls of this beautiful air washed clean by the rain. I closed my eyes for just a moment and let my senses drink it all in, the feel of the breeze, the scent of the cut grass and even a trace of petrol from the council grasscutters. The sounds of traffic muted by distance and my dog snuffling a few yards away.
I don't need prayer anymore. I don't need god anymore. There is no god. I could be wrong of course but I've no good reason to think I am.
Never felt happier.