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.
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.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nice atmospheric "rainy day"-photo. Love your statue! Wonderful poem, I will be thinking of it, in case it is really raining all of the coming weekend here in San Diego as the weather forecast predicts.ReplyDelete
One of my favorite poems! I hope your plants will feel better for all the rain. We are supposed to hit record low temps (low 20s) over the weekend, and I am wondering how my tender plants will come out of it:-(.ReplyDelete
Christina - I had a mentor that quoted the line "Into each life some rain must fall" every time he heard something bad happening to someone. I often think of this line when rain falls in my own life. I hope your weather in San Diego will be soft rain, not the hard kind.ReplyDelete
Masha - We really needed the rain, so my plants will be jumping for joy after a day of sunshine. Brrrr....20's!!!! I hope it doesn't harm your garden. Spring can be such a gamble - but I thought your weather was more constant than that.
A lovely poem with a well selected photo. I look forward to some rain....or rather my plants look forward to some rain.ReplyDelete
One - thank you. Although the rain kept me inside for the rest of the day, we desperately needed it. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to drag out the watering hose - in February!!! I hope you get the rain you need.ReplyDelete
Awesome photo and poem to go along with it. That's one of my favorite Longfellow poems.ReplyDelete
We have rain here too. My pond is deep with rainwater on top of the ice. It's a sight. I guess my gold fish are still entombed in the ice.ReplyDelete
Floridagirl - Yes, I wonder if they still teach poetry in school. So much meaning said in such a beautiful way.ReplyDelete
Marcia - wow! Poor things. I suppose eventually the rain will find its way under the ice. I'm glad I'm not a fish. I hate cold temperatures!
I learned to love the rain when we lived in Oregon. It makes everything smell fresh and new.ReplyDelete
Your photo sets the scene for these beautiful words.ReplyDelete
A perfect photo to accompany a perfect poem! It exactly describes my rainy garden, today. P xReplyDelete
Your photography is such a beautiful accompaniment (is that spelled correctly?) to the poem. It really sets the mood so well. We desperately need some rain...have already started with the sprinklers ;/ReplyDelete
Carolyn - We don't get enough rain, so I enjoy it when it finally decides to! I agree everything smells wonderful in the rain - I love smelling the coming rain.ReplyDelete
Alistair - thanks for commenting. I chose that statue because it seems to always be windy on the top of this hill where we are located.
Pam - so good to hear from you! It's a gardener's dilemma, isn't it? We need the rain for our plants, but we want to be in the garden playing.
Cat - Thanks for commenting. We do need rain. I hate to think of sprinklers in February. We've had an usually dry winter, and I hate to think of watering the garden year-round.