A good day has been long since had,
There was no dark cloud in the sky,
Or something such, but the absence of one.
With the lack of rain and something more,
Passed day after day with habitual motion,
There was no cloud, there was nothing wrong.
The everyday was so uninspired,
We begged for rain so that we might again,
After the gloom appreciate the sun.
But we denied ourselves contentment,
Because we discovered something beyond the sky,
Then in passing we sought each other,
Hoping to share something more,
Like how we were happy with the sky,
Then the rains, then back to the sky,
With the lack of we learned to appreciate pain.  
With the chaos of unplanned fun,
We called it a good day again.