Thursday, September 8, 2011

It Rains and Rains and Rains

It has been raining steadily here for two days now.  Not a driven, angry rain, just a slow, steady, quiet rain.  I'm hunkered down at home, working on about four different projects at a time, trying to shake the melancholy that usually hits me this time of year.  Much as I love the colors of Fall, it still makes me sad to see the summer go.  I'm very much affected by the weather and despise being cold, so Fall invariably signals to me that Winter is on its way. Alas, I can't stop the seasons so I'll let Longfellow speak for my mood today.


The Rainy Day
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

1 comment:

  1. How beautiful! Found you through Craftgawker and am now following..your blog looks like a very fun and inspiring place for me to visit :-)

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