Still raining!

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.

Still Raining here, think Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem sums it up completely, I'm buried under my blanket knitting way, listening to the wind and rain outside, I wish I had a conservatory to hide in and listen to the rain landing on the glass, I find it very relaxing:)