I was drinking coffee with a friend on a dreary Tuesday
He commented on the weather and how it was the best hazy day he's had in awhile
I told him I used to feel sad when it rained because I thought the rain made everyone solem
But then I met a man who loved the rain and said he was happiest when the sky was encapsulated by clouds
Now every time it rains I think of this man happy in his bed
Protected by a bounty of blankets and the pitter patter of rain on his roof
He changed my perspective so swiftly on a sulky Sunday
And Sunday turned to Monday and every Day after that, if I see a rain cloud it doesn't shift my smile, it lifts my spirits.