The day is dark and dreary,
The wind moans on and on as thunder booms with fury,
It rains and rains with no sign of halting,
It seems to me like the world is stopping,
As nature slowly sheds its tears
For the past when the world was not so drear
I too, long for the days of the past,
When the world shone and the people laughed,
But alas, my aspirations wash down the windowpane,
Carried along the never-ending current of rain
Enough! My heart must cease its mourning,
For behind the dark clouds, the sun is dawning
The sun will always be in the sky,
And with it, our resolve and ambitions flying high
So in every life, some rain must pour,
Or what would life be worth living for?