The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain -- <br />They are with us like a disease: <br />They worry the heart, they work the brain, <br />As they shoulder and clutch at the shrieking pane, <br />And savage the helpless trees. <br /> <br />What does it profit a man to know <br />These tattered and tumbling skies <br />A million stately stars will show, <br />And the ruining grace of the after-glow <br />And the rush of the wild sunrise? <br /> <br />Ever the rain -- the rain and the wind! <br />Come, hunch with me over the fire, <br />Dream of the dreams that leered and grinned, <br />Ere the blood of the Year got chilled and thinned, <br />And the death came on desire!<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rain-and-the-wind/
