Tuesday, October 20, 2020

The Rainy Day

Some love the rains, some hate it. Some think about dancing in the rains, while some others think of the insects that would be crawling in their room when the rain pours. Rain is romanticized often, and sometimes the truth is that it's just wet and ugly. If you are someone who thinks rains are dark, sullen, cold and dreary- then here's a poem for you that shows you that is true, and yet also shows you the sun creeping behind the cloud, waiting to come out. 

This is a really nice poem, and I have been reading my copy of The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I am not a big reader of poetry, but this book and his poems have been incredible. Some of them are extremely simple, yet really honest and beautiful- like the one I have for you today. This poem is called 'The Rainy Day', and it was never before felt this good accepting the truthful, dreary side of rains.

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.

I enjoyed it, especially with the North-east monsoon rains that have started phasing out in the South. It is cold, dark, and dreary, but behind the clouds is the sun still shining! Hope you enjoyed it!

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