The Rainy Day

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 more 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

And youth's fond hopes fall thick in the blast

And my life is 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 every life some rain must fall

Some days must be dark and dreary.

Written by Poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.