It had been an unusually bright morning,
Someone had thought,
Or so he had thought,
For as soon as he thought that thought,
It would become
The day of his nightmares.
Dismal? No, dreary.
No, actually, just plain dark.
The clouds rolled over like a lid,
Trapping his dreams from being allowed
To fly away.
It was becoming a typically dark day,
Another someone had thought,
Or so he had thought,
For as soon as he thought that thought,
It would become
The day of his fantasies.
Beautiful? No, beaming,
No, actually, it was just bright.
The clouds rolled away like a curtain,
Allowing his dreams to fly away
From being trapped.
As the sun began to come out,
The raindrops began to fall.
And as the raindrops began to fall,
The sun began to come out.
Both someones looked at each other
In confusion and said “That figures.”
(The second someone was expectedly
Defeated in his pessimism,
While the first someone was unexpectedly
Defeated in his optimism.)
Then the rain began to stop,
And while the second someone wondered
When the next storm would arrive,
And while the first someone wondered
When the sun would shine
They both almost missed the rainbow
Colorfully arcing overhead.
(The second someone found a pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow. Unexpectedly.
The first someone also found a pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow. Unexpectedly.)
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