The Rainy Day
by Henry Wadsworth Long Fellow
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering 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 moldering 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.
Indeed, some days must be dark and dreary! Thanks for sharing and lovely captures!
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I love dark and dreary, though, so maybe it’s not too bad a thing!
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Hope you get sunshine soon!
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I don’t. I would love it to rain every day!
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Great. I did not realize that from the poem ⛈
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Lol, I just like that poem. I don’t necessarily agree with its sentiment.
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Very fitting! It was raining all day where I live, and honestly that’s my favourite kind of weather 🙂
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Wow, it’s perfect timing then! And it’s my favorite kind of weather too!
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Thanks for this. It is one I never read.
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You’re welcome. It is a beautiful poem!
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