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 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 stop 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.