Another article from the website Interesting Literature led me to this poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow about rain. It's called The Rainy Day & contains the famous line, "Into each life some rain must fall." I love rain & at this time of year, when I'm hoping that autumn is not too far away, it was lovely to read the many different ways poets have looked at rain. Longfellow seems fed up with life until the very end when he hints at returning sunshine.
The beautifully atmospheric photo is from here.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering 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 mouldering 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.