Into each life some rain must fall

4.30 pm today

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.

[The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]

This poem does not reflect my mood – I just remembered in a blinding flash when posting this picture, how much I used to love poetry.  I once worked in a dreary office, and used to secretly post a ‘poem of the week’ on the communal notice board.  It gave me pleasure – I hope some others enjoyed it – and then I forgot how much I loved poetry.  I am happy to have remembered.

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