Waking up to another rainy day this morning, these lines of Robert Frost’s come to mind:

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.
I have outrun the furthest city light.

It’s a dark poem for a gray day.

Wondering if I’ve overlooked the sun or if we really have had an especially rainy, gloomy September, I consulted the Capital Weather Gang. One of their articles tells me that it’s been one of the soggiest, cloudiest Septembers on record — only four days with more than 50-percent sun. And that article was written September 21.

It reminds me of weather forecasts for England and Ireland when I’ve visited there. “It will be cloudy, with sunny intervals.” An interval lasting, oh, about ten minutes or so.

This weather is a test of our mettle, of our ability to keep a sunny state of mind while daily being deluged with the opposite.