I rather think it would be a sunny day, with the birds singing in the sky, in the mild middle of may, with few fluffy clouds floating by. 
Really... it will be a happy day. And then the news will come, and it will piss us off... and ruin one of our few happy days.

Really... it will be a happy day. And then the news will come, and it will piss us off... and ruin one of our few happy days.

Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day