When I think about how I might describe
My life these days, my emotional state
I feel guilty with such petty gripes
When I should feel more grateful for my fate

Who am I to mope and complain, besides
When others endure more turbulent storms
About light drizzle and overcast skies
Even if vibrant rainbows aren’t norms?

Between breaks in the clouds, the light shines through
Even if socks and pants can be soggy
To gaze up and behold some skies of blue
Even if some days are grey and foggy

      Did Raincouver colour who I’ve become?
      Or no matter where I am, I’d be this glum?