The Good, The Bad Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

For each day of pouring rain,
Coming to exist...
There is something permitted about this,
That allows the nourishment of growth to flourish.
To bloom effectively and with a doing,
Some perceive to interpret as days of gloom.

And for each day of Sun to shine that comes,
Someone, somewhere...
Is encouraged not to follow behind a casting of shadows.
But instead,
Makes a choice that places steps to move ahead.
To remember those moments when shaded in a darkness.

For each experience to reminisce few wish to forget,
The unexpected is remembered to have bestowed benefits.
With the good, the bad...
And that which had been ugly...
Each coming together collectively that one can say to admit,
Happiness is theirs with the earning and deserving of it.