A bright day brought me pleasure, but
when clouds just filled the sky
my state was very gloomy;
Oh! so somber, then was I.

But I held onto faith that soon
the sun would brightly shine
and I'd then feel much better and
be in a state just fine.

Two poems, I wrote (**) because the day
was cloudy, overcast.
And these portrayed a lesson learned;
that soon it will be passed.

I clung to faith, the sky would change
and clear up and be blue.
I'd then be soothed, and a state, nice
I'd then be taken to.

These poems, I wrote described my state,
which clouds would prod, incite.
But I had faith that I would heal
when soon the sun, shone bright.

So, cloudy days stirred blueness
for so long, inside of me.
But now I find them precious and
enjoy them massively!

The Message from the Annie theme
so long, I did embrace!
But now I value cloudy days
they all are like an Ace!

A cloudy day, for so long
prodded me to feel depressed!
But now I really like them all!
These days are just the best!

But I like recollecting how
they once stirred dreariness!
'Cuz now they don't. On cloudy days
much pleasure, I possess!

A cloudy day enhances, now
my stroll down mem'ry lane.
Where for so long, this atmosphere
just prodded sadness, pain.

So, cloudiness encourages
my mem-o-ries today;
and I enjoy immensely
when the sky above's all grey!

A sunny day, for so long, I
enjoyed, due their effect.
But now, I relish cloudy days.
They help me to reflect.

I used to feel tranquility
on, only, sunny days;
but now I sense much pleasure when
the sky contains just haze!

So, cloudy days I do enjoy;
reflectiveness, they stir!
But I like, too remembering
the way those days, once were.

A cloudy day, for Oh! so long
stirred gloom to come...take hold.
But now I worship ev'ry one!
They're like a pot of gold!

The Colette days, like cloudy days
...long time just brought despair.
But they've evolved...like cloudy days.
This state's, an answered prayer.

Colette reminders were like clouds;
a glum state came to me.
But both, I do now welcome in;
they now bring pleasure, glee!

So, cloudy days have turned around
full, one eighty (180) degrees;
and they are all delightful just
like Colette mem-o-ries.