A different kind of rain

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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  • I just posted this as there are two sides two every story.

    It is much the same as "Two men look out through the same prison bars

    One sees the mud ..the other sees the stars.

    Unfortunately my glass is always half empty it is never half full.

  • Well it must be poetry day here on the anxiety site.How beautiful.

    Unfortunately I am feeling a bit down today.Sadly I too am looking down at the mud and drinking from a half empty glass.

    Here in Kent it has been a lovely sunny afternoon but now the bible black night is falling and my spirits are falling.with it

    To depression and anxiety BAH BAH BAH!

  • What a lovely poem. I do love a bit of poetry, I used to write my own, it used to come naturally to me when I was feeling down about something.

  • Yes I love this poem.As a lad I too used to love writing poetry but mine were never up to this standard.

    Longfellow of course is known for other great poems,but this one is special to me.

    Unfortunately anxiety has left me unable to concentrate very well but it is said that writing poetry is a great therapy

  • What a lovely poem,expresses my feelings exactly.

    I love Longfellow but this is a new one to me

    Thank you



  • That really touched me. I hope the rain stops for you and the rainbow appears in the shy and over that rainbow is your sunshine. xx

  • So beautiful but also so sad.It reflects my mood at the moment and thank you for posting it

  • Thank you for your poetry even if it makes me cry. Probably is the right thing to do.

    I fully agree that writing is not only a great but the greatest therapy! No contraindication and all natural!

    I wish to remind a nice lyric ... I do not know what the link is but certainly there is one.

    Thanks for all.



    (Sting, 1987)

    If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one

    Drying in the colour of the evening sun

    Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away

    But something in our minds will always stay

    Perhaps this final act was meant

    To clinch a lifetime's argument

    That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could

    For all those born beneath an angry star

    Lest we forget how fragile we are

    On and on the rain will fall

    Like tears from a star like tears from a star

    On and on the rain will say

    How fragile we are how fragile we are

    On and on the rain will fall

    Like tears from a star like tears from a star

    On and on the rain will say

    How fragile we are how fragile we are

  • Great Great Great !!!

    What else can I say other than THANK YOU Grucio.

    Yes we are fragile and wonderful lyrics

  • I like reading all your poems & they do have a lot of meaning

    I have to admit , I don't have that talent , but do enjoy reading others




  • hiya, here i sit all broken hearted, thought id s..t, but only far...... and ill stop right there lol xxx

  • When I was young back in the dark ages.At school we used to sing.

    Here I sit broken hearted

    I've spent my penny

    But only farted

    There used to be another one about two old ladies locked in the lavatory

    but I've forgotten the rest

  • lol, check us out ruining the lovely poetry corner. we should be ashamed, but we are not. xxx lol

  • Two old ladies locked in the lavatory, they were there from Monday to Saturday, they tried shouting and then tried flattery, but no body knew they were there.

  • Well done tech,slightly different to the one I remember but good never the less

  • Trust you & grogboy :-D

    I have a few of them sort , but was trying to keep poetry corner sophisticated :-D

    Made me laugh though :-D


  • Same here but it is good to laugh

  • It is bertty , you are right

    We do try to have a little sense of humour on here

    Feel free to join in ;-)


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