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Friday, 31 July 2009

"Into each life a little rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary."
Grandma says these lines whenever I tell her that the day is gloomy, like today. I had to research for the poet's name because she said she couldn't remember. It is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and here's the whole poem:

The Rainy Day

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.


Contrary to the weather, Grandma and I, are having a good day. I am currently reading The Sweet By and By (a novel by Todd Johnson) and I told Grandma that I'd read to her The Giving Tree, soon.

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