Cloudy days never faze
Me in the slightest
I will not let myself forget
Those moments curled in the hammock
The feeling of Zen, as droplets fall in
Through the screen of the back porch
It’s a wonderful day, some may say
Only when the skies are clear and blue
As if it might be the sunlight
That determined a day to be good
And any cloud was just a shroud
Hoarding beams of sun from us
I don’t hate that I appreciate
Grey skies all alone
It just means I get those scenes
All to myself, because
Who else would attain that twilight before rain
If I had not been there to love it
How could I see the sky
As anything except beautiful
Regardless of moment, I won’t relent
And forsake an alluring sight
Just because it has some flaws
As if I did not have any myself
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