Tuesday, April 8, 2008

It's raining

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.



marainey1 said...

We are supposed the get the rain a little later today.  We'll have to make our own sunshine I guess.  'On Ya' - ma

mutualaide said...

I think of this poem as less literal and more ... uhm, what's the word?  
April showers bring May flowers!

sugarsweet056 said...

Looking out the window & watching the rain fall now. :)

breakaway1968 said...

Same here...but change rain to snow :)  Were expecting 7 inches over tonight and thro morning.  

madcobug said...

It's a beautiful sunshiny day here with the temp being 75.5ยบ. Helen

helmswondermom said...

I haven't read that one in years!! Thank you for sharing.  I thought we were going to have a day like that here today, but it looks like we'll get it tomorrow instead.