Singing and the Rain

The wind howled,
The full moon scowled,
And the coyote sang alone.

Then the rain sang too,
And the wind chimed in,
And, once again, the full moon shone.

Sometimes when life is black
All you are missing
Is some singing when it’s rainy.

It’s a pity that
This is a just a metaphor,
But the idea is tastefully zany.