Into each life the rain must fall
but it’s not always welcomed by all.
Righteous and unrighteous have wet sod
while they give credit or blame to God.
Some gather in churches to pray
for rain to come the next day
while others see water on their crop
and pray just as hard that it will stop.
Those out-of-banks rivers run very high
while those having drought still stay dry.
Both groups gripe and complain so loud
while some see the sun and others a cloud.
We build some dikes and we irrigate
and sometimes we just contemplate
but nature does the same old thing
that she does every summer and spring.
Another rain falls in every life
some rain of joy and some of strife.
It may come like a sudden shower
Some so gentle and some with power.
Complaining seems to change nothing.
We’re better if we just pray and sing
and make the best of what we face
and thank God for sustaining grace.