Archive for September, 2009

The Rainy Day

September 24, 2009

The poem in my previous post is one of my favorites. Why? Its lines are filled with sadness and at first read it seems depressing. “The day is cold, and dark, and dreary . . . dead leaves fall . . . My life is cold . . . hopes of youth fall think in the blast . . .” You can’t get more emo than that.

However, the last stanza tells us that everyone has their depressing moments. “Into each life some rain must fall.” Those moments are necessary in order for us to appreciate the good times we have. No matter how down we feel, the sun is right behind the current veil of unhappiness.

The Rainy Day – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

September 7, 2009

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 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.