If it Was

If it was just,
  another day of rain.
If it was just,
  another day of freedom.
If it was just,
  another day of sun.

Yet we are to look,
  look for the rainbow.
We are to look,
  look for the captive.
We are to look,
  look for the night.

Because in each,
  if we look, is a blessing,
We have not quite
  understood, fathomed,
Or ever looked,
  deeply enough to know.