And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in 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.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

Into each life some rain must fall.