Some days must be dark and dreary

The Rainy Day
Poem lyrics of 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.

Dedicated to the rain outside my window. It has been pouring since last night, and I don't think it will stop anytime soon.

For some strange reason, I couldn't stop thinking of the final two lines of a poem during Marketing lecture yesterday-

'This close companioned inarticulate hour / When twofold silence was the song of love.'