Somewhere

The compensation for a rainy day

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow fall on the river,
A moment white - then melts forever,
Or like the Aurora Borealis rays,
That move before you can point to their place;
Or like the rainbow's lovely form,
Vanishing amid the storm.
No man can tether time or tide,

From Tam O'Shanter by Burns