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The Challenges of Life and the Weather

May 25, 2021
As we begin to see the possibility of a normal life returning, we find ourselves confronting some of the most inclement and disappointing weather yet seen in spring. Here on the South Coast the forecast has been about relentless rain, and bearing this in mind, Words of Connection is all about various kinds of miserable weather, but how, at the end of it all, we can hope for something better. And as if endorsing this idea, we are still getting moments of sunshine. The message, at the end of the day is… that whatever the weather… there is always hope.

We open with The Rainy Day by Longfellow, followed by a Prayer for a Grey Day. This is followed by a small, lovely piece of prose by Thomas Hardy from one of his earliest novels – Desperate Remedies. After this a powerful poem by Emily Dickinson, then a short and beautiful prayer by Rabindranath Tagore, entitled Rain. We close with an ancient and beautiful Celtic prayer, with a simple but universal message, entitled… You Are.

Today’s link is simply slow-mo water drops in all their beauty.

Thank you so much for your emails and feedback. Stay well, please take care. We are not, as they say, quite ‘out of the woods’ yet,

Very best wishes,

Chair IFCG

The Rainy Day
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
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.


Prayer for A Grey Day

Bless this grey day;
The sky is overcast
But behind the cloud
Is sun and blue sky

Bless the gloom and dreariness
That we see and feel
In this most physical world

Touch the darkness:
See the wall of cloud

Hear the pattering rain

It’s dull, threatening,
Shadowy in one place

Radiant, gentle and hidden

in the other,
Covert radiance
Sunshine And hidden blue

Then, when least expected –
The sun breaks through
And shines on us all
Bringing untold joy –
Light, love and laughter

Bless the gloom
For the sun that follows


From Desperate Remedies
By Thomas Hardy

The rain now came down heavily, but they pursued their path with alacrity, the produce of the several fields between which the lane wound its way being indicated by the peculiar character of the sound emitted by the falling drops. Sometimes a soaking hiss proclaimed that they were passing by a pasture, then a patter would show that the rain fell upon some large-leafed root crop, then a paddling plash announced the naked arable, the low sound of the wind in their ears rising and falling with each pace they took…



There Came A Wind Like A Bugle
Emily Dickinson

There came a wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom’s electric moccasin
That very instant passed.
On a strange mob of panting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
Those looked that lived—that Day—
The bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings whirled.
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the world!


Rabindranath Tagore (1861- 1941)

The day is dim with rain.
Angry lightning glances through the tattered cloud veils, and the forest is like a caged lion shaking its mane in despair.
On such a day, amid the winds beating their wings, let me find my peace in Your presence.
For the sorrowing sky has shadowed my solitude, to deepen the meaning of Your touch about my heart.


You Are…
From the Celtic Oral Tradition

You are the peace of all things calm
You are the place to hide from harm
You are the light that shines in the dark
You are the heart’s eternal spark
You are the door that opens wide
You are the guest who waits inside
You are the stranger at the door
You are the calling of the poor
You are my Lord and keep me from ill
You are the light, the truth, the way
You are my Saviour this very day