My Happy Place Day 11: Rainy Days


Perhaps it is strange to say that a happy place for me is a solid, all day, soaking kind of rainy day. However, when we have one of those days, particularly on a chilly winter day when I can build a fire and I have no where to go, it suites me fine. Snuggled in the warmth, with the ones I love, there is a quiet soul searching that settles over me. Reflection wins out over the business.

We’ve had a lot of rainy days recently, and even a rain lover can get a little weary of the dreariness when days stretch into weeks. A longing to see hints of the sun eventually will weigh on you. These days have been a lesson for me though…because in the moments when the sun wins through the heavy dark clouds, somehow it is sweeter. Almost like his right to be in the sky has been won in battle.

And at the end of the day, it is in the rain, that I learn to appreciate the sun.


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.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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