Not all days are good days.
Not all days stay bad.
In every bit of pain there is a small drizzle of happiness.
Like the rain, we are pouring down our emotions throughout the day.
But when the rain clouds drift, and the sky turns clear, everything goes away.
Our empty faces from the reflection of our faces in the puddles are looking back at us.
But remember,
Reflections are just mirror like pictures of ourselves, pictures that weren't taken but faces we still remember.
We are the grey clouds filled with rain.
We get angry and sad and we use that power we have inside us to let it all out.
We might forget the way we acted and how we felt,
but everyone who looked up in the sky, will remember how dark the clouds looked.