[Will has a roommate who does that, who makes jokes that Will can't return, who rather started off their relationship doing as much. He's grown used to it, can't be bothered to give her a look about it or anything. The only thing that gets a look is the sky, hodgepodge of black and dark blue that makes every single star as obvious as can be. For the moment, at any rate.]

What if he didn't send them? I—he can't send all of that everywhere, can he? Earth's large, that's...that's a full time job, making it rain where and when it needs to.

[He grew up hearing about the single God of the universe that could control everything at the same time without any problem. It's a nice theory, but the idea of having gods, delegated to roles, ones that they offered sacrifices to even if they weren't always able to listen...implies less omnipresence, doesn't it? For how potentially insulting a question it could be, it's not asked to be that. It's genuine curiosity, and considering the lightning strike he catches out of the corner of his eye is pretty far off, he feels safe that much is obvious. Not trying to be dick, no reason to smite him.]