The Rainy Day/The First Entry

Well, my first entry. I guess I'll do the first entry to explain the name of my blog. This is a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and it's one of my favorites because there's an element of angst involved, but it ends happily.

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 moldering wall,
But at every gust the dea 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 yourth 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.