Cloudy Days Are Clearing

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 moldering 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 moldering 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.


I told my husband this morning that the cloudiness is finally clearing. My dear little girl and I are both feeling much better after being a little sickly.

I am reminded of a saying my husband used a lot in highschool, "I thank God for good health." Our circle of friends always got a good laugh at this one, because he was just looking for a little attention and being slightly dramatic. (Those of you that know him will understand the understatement of "slightly.")

Oh, it feels good to see the sun shining from behind the clouds again.