Maddie Lynn uses weather to describe how moods rise and fall. The speaker begins by admitting that other people's happiness hurts to see, because they feel unable to reach it themselves. Yet some days they are "beaming with joy," like their own sun. Then the storm arrives, and the speaker is left cold, soaked and unprotected, a detail repeated with a tired "like always."
What stands out is the exhaustion. The cycle feels endless, "completely inevitable, completely unknown." Even when the sun returns, nothing dries fully, and the speaker keeps hoping it will. That hope is called a curse.
The ending turns away from fairy-tale comfort: no true love's kiss, no potion. Only sunny days remain, "even if there are a few clouds." The mood is weary and honest, but a small, stubborn hope survives, quietly and without any promise of a cure.