The Rainy Day

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is dark and cold and dreary;

It rains and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

But a 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,

While hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! And cease repining;

Be hind the clouds the sun is still shining;

Your fate is the common Fate of all,

Into every life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.