The Rainy Day – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

 

This poem can be found in the volume The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Think about what the poem made you feel. Could you feel the rain? Did the words connect you to a certain time in your life, or to the present? When you look out the window today, can you see the sun, or is it merely behind the dark and dreary?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you tomorrow.

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