THE RAIINY 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 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 hopes of youth fall think 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 common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

My addendum:
Torrential rains fall in Taiwan
Ramparts of pain wall in America
As Obama reigns after Mexico calls.