Some days,

I miss the October rain and the Summer Sun.

I would miss the October Rain,

Whenever you're not around.

For they wipe away all the pain,

With their mellifluous sound.

I would miss the Summer Sun,

Whenever you're here next to me.

For it is days where we'd hunt,

For an adventure across the sea.

My life since you,

Was all that colorful hues,

Along with summers and rains,

That drains the lonely pains.