Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

The branch outside my window


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.


–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


  1. I have had this poem stuck in my head for the last month! Thanks for putting it back in there :)

  2. House Honcho says:

    LOL! Sorry, Elizabeth! :) Suggestions for a different poem?

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