The Rainy Day
by 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.
To begin this blog by confessing ignorance to the world is not what I originally had in mind. And yet, I must own it. Until yesterday, I had no idea that to say, "into every life a little rain must fall" was to loosely quote the poet Longfellow. So, there you have it, and I admit it, but even more, I'm glad to have discovered it.
It's a lovely poem, don't you think? It's so sad, and yet there is hope ... or at least a push to look for the sunny parts of life. And in a nutshell, that's what I'm hoping this blog will be about. Despite disappointed expectations, there is something to celebrate and to be thankful for every day. There is a little non-negotiable rain, yes, but there is also lots of sunshine to be found - if sought.
