The Rainy Day
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe 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.
Hard to wake up, hard to get going. Trying to focus on the part about the sun still shining behind the clouds. Need some music to get moving. Nina Simone – where are you?