Changing Weather

It was so bright and sunny today morning,
But I took my time
Getting ready.
I always like
To take my time,
Then before I knew,
The weather had changed.
A cloud crept up
And covered
The radiant skies;
I wanted him to call me
But when he didn't,
I called,
And learned
The weather had changed.

Every Sunday morning
I make my way
Towards the four walls
Of his house.
I can't really tell why
But it happens.

Its been a while
Since I have been on my own,
Discovering new territory:
Verdant park, museum and hall,
Meeting new faces,
And mingling as a stream
Into the river.

And now I think
I have to go
All the way towards
The four walls again,
All on my own?
And look,
The weather has changed.