The Rainy Day

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.

~Longfellow

I like this poem. (Just so you know, I don't think my life is dark and dreary right now.) It's just a cool poem by a classic author. If you have been watching the news, we have been having the most bizarre weather lately. It has rained everyday since Monday night. (with only a very few burst of sun) That is VERY unusual for Denver. There is widespread flooding. It is sad. My prayers are with all who have lost homes, cars, loved ones. Dams are filled to the brink and ready to burst. Towns are being evacuated. We are safe here in Centennial. Its wet and that's about it. The canal right by our house is filled but not overflowing. Some friends have flooding in their basement... others have leaky ceilings. Quite a mess. 
Looking forward to seeing the sun soon.