songs of solitude;

into each life some rain must fall

today was a beautiful day. i sometimes find myself cursing the long hold that winter seems to have over us. the frigid cold. the gross slush. the grey skies.

but i think that the harshness of winter allows me to appreciate summer all the more. there is ample reason to spend every last second that you can breathing deep the crisp, fresh air that ultimately feeds into the next winter slumber. the cycle keeps us hopefully looking ahead towards spring. knowing that night never lasts forever and that the pain is always worth it.

i often wonder if the weather is God's poetry. if He uses the hues of grey clouds on His palette to paint eloquent pictures for us that can be directly transcribed into our lives.

how a rainy day often happens during your times of most melancholly, or the way a sunny day can happen when you least expect it but need it most. i find myself spending more and more time just enjoying the weather - no matter the forecast. trying to find the beauty in it.

like fog. i love fog, and the way it makes you feel so solitude on even the busiest street. there could be a person right behind you on the sidewalk but you'd never know it. all you know, see or feel is the fog. there's something comforting about the fog. its easy to feel lost in it...but for some reason i find myself feeling even more secure. God is in the fog.

one of my favourite poems, by the great Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

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 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,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

~np

posted by crooked girl @ 10:03 PM