These are the days You make me believe, You are pretty much a sadist

It’s the sunniest of days when it rains the hardest
Just after I put my two weeks’ laundry to dry
The sky bursts open as if waiting to cry
The held-back tears roll over and seep into my soul
When I go to the terrace to pick my clothes

It’s the truest machine-love that hurts the deepest
And if it is a test of my patience, this is not the right way
I agree everyone has one’s own set of misfortunes to bear
But I would really appreciate if You showed a little more care
And not make the laptop charger stop working every other day

It’s the things I can’t have I want the most
The right to not let go of past
Some moments gone by that I didn’t live to the full
Some magic to make the present last
Some little hint that it will all be all right

These are the days when You have given me wings
I want to attach some strings
And stay.