"The Rainy Day"

The Rainy Day

Written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Written at the old home in Portland.

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 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.

Another photo taken through the kitchen window. Never stopped raining all day!
The begonias in the window box are just surviving, protected by the tangled mass of roses and clematis above, which need cutting back when I get chance.

Thought this poem very appropriate!
(Although my life isn't cold,dark,and dreary, just the weather!)
Had no idea it was written in Portland.

Lets hope I can soon blip a sunny poem!

Hope you all have a great weekend whatever you are doing, inspite of the weather!

Still trying to catch up with your blip journals.