11/19/09

The Rainy Day

What a dreary day it's been. But the sunshine is always there, right above the clouds. We could see it if we'd get in an airplane and soar above the heaviness. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote it this way:

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
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~The Rainy Day

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