The Rainy Day Poem

I read the following poem to my husband Chad (I like to frequently read poetry from the compilation of poems I collected in high school from a very enthusiastic literature teacher) and he said, “That’s it? It seems to be lacking. It kind of ends on a positive note, but it’s still gloomy. It seems like it’s missing the last verse or something.” So I said, “Then we’ll write a verse to complete the poem!” Chad was sweet and went along with it, although the exercise didn’t excite or energize him like it did me. So after a few minutes we came up with the last stanza to this poem (the message kind of reminds me of a poem my mom once wrote), and our stanza is in bold.


The Rainy Day
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 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.

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Through struggle I gain strength and power;
I conquer myself in the darkest hour;
I learn to feel joy in spite of sorrow,
And it makes the light that much sweeter tomorrow,
Thank God for the dark and dreary!

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This will be where I "talk" and get my constant random thoughts down on paper.   I will share anything from my philosophical musings to organizational tips to things in my personal life.