The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; <br />It rains, and the wind is never weary; <br />The vine still clings to the moldering wall, <br />But at every gust the dead leaves fall, <br />And the day is dark and dreary. <br /> <br />My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; <br />It rains, and the wind is never weary; <br />My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past, <br />But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast <br />And the days are dark and dreary. <br /> <br />Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; <br />Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; <br />Thy fate is the common fate of all, <br />Into each life some rain must fall, <br />Some days must be dark and dreary.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rainy-day-the/
