Rhyming rains on dancing days

When all the things go right
the day stays all the way humble,
When everything goes silent
all the days go numb,
when no one goes high
all day it gets dumb,
when no one cares or of all cheers
the day gets into a state of a mob,
when all the stupidity is seen
by rain, the day's interest succumbs,
the day asking itself, whether rain
rhymes based on my moments or otherwise,
knowing this the day keeps on testing the
rains whether they rhyme or not every day!