GOD AND HIS GIRL FRIEND:  The Rain sang loudest at the piano bar. Everything from polka to hard rock--whether she knew the words or not. The Wind boogied all night long. And I find nothing to resent, at that. But I know the storm will pass, and leave behind a sky that looks like an ostrich-feather boa tossed carelessly on a blue tile floor. And I'll feel just like the woman who comes in to do the cleaning up.