A grey gloomy day in Melbourne

The Rainy Day

Poem lyrics of 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 moldering 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 moldering 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,I

nto each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

Overcast sky and soft falling drizzle enveloped the city on Saturday. Everywhere seemed to be washed in grey and people are hurrying past, hidden beneath their big umbrellas. It reminded me of the impending winter, where days are short and nights are long and cold. I think rainy weather makes one melancholic.

Claudio and I were holed up in the library (as usual):

Him in his serious pensive mood.

But more often than not,

He is crazily crazy :)