The Rain Came on Sunday

The rain came on Sunday.
The boy on my left smiled,
and said to me
rain is beautiful.
The girl on my right sighed
and said to me
Heaven is crying.
The man from my past
looked at me and said
I am drowning.
The Lover in my future
touched me and said
I will meet you in the rain.
The friend that I longed
for turned away
and spoke nothing.
The orphan on the sidewalk
shrank away
and sobbed.
The mother
who raised me
shook her head.
The Father I didn't know
commanded all.
And all the while I
looked out
on the rain
that came on Sunday.