I read this poem today (Written by Henry Longfellow) and thought those of you (some might have not seen this before) might want to read it:
The Rainy Day
1842
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 hope 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.
I love his poems, for they are deep and meaningful.
Have a blessed day!
-Love, Yours truly
~FrankSLASHMeggers.
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