Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

An overcast, rainy day here in Middleburgh, as we consider this poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882), American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline.

The Rainy Day

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.-

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow