Rain Falls Poem by Paul Jonathan Stertz

Just or unjust-they all get their share
Life has its balance, though not always fair.

Rain falls on rich men, and poor men as well,
Where it will fall next no wise man can tell.

Falls on the good, and falls on the bad,
Falls on the happy, and falls on the sad.

Rain-whether welcome-or whether it's not,
It sprinkles a little, or downpours a lot.

So when you go out, and skies are so blue,
Bring your umbrella; rain's coming for you.