Rain On Good Friday Poem by Donal Mahoney

Many decades ago
when I was a kid
we always expected rain
at 3 p.m. on Good Friday
said to be the hour
of Christ's Death on the Cross.

And more often than not,
it would rain at some point
if not exactly at 3 p.m.
Maybe only a shower
but enough to confirm,
for those of us who believed,
the significance of the day.

But those were different times.
Things were normal in the Fifties
as normal as Original Sin would allow.
Today a shower wouldn't cut it
but a flood might help to refresh
the memory of man, especially if
no ark could be found.