The Rainy Day

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow saw a rainy day as this:

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.

I think perhaps some great calamity befell him on a rainy day!

I one the other hand love rainy days! I hated work yesterday when it rains I should be home relaxing, reading a good book and enjoying time with my husband. This morning we laid around till about 10:00, drinking coffee, opened the french doors in the bedroom and listened to the rain. We talked about why we had an unnatural love for rainy days. We came to the conclusion that it probably had to do with the fact that in the last 25 years of marriage these rainy days were the only ones that he didn't work a 12 hour day. These were the days we reconnected and remembered who we were to each other.

Yes, it is only fitting in this new phase of life that it should rain today! We reconnected, remembered young love, and dreamed of our future.

Longfellow got it wrong. These Rainy Days are not dreary, they are days that allow us to become refreshed and renewed. These are days...to remember.

Bring on the rain!