There may be dark clouds...

On this wet, dismal morning
when, in reality, so much is wrong,
I'm happy.

The sun has not got his hat on.
He's under the duvet. Moping.
I'm happy!

Elsewhere a widow opens curtains.
Stares at the grey sky. She's coping.
I'm happy!

So who needs sunshine?
Who cares if the sky is not blue.
Honey, I'm illogically happy.
And it's all thanks to you


Good Day Sunshine