The rain it raineth on the just

"The rain it raineth on the just, and also on the unjust fella;
But mainly on the just because, the unjust steals the just's umbrella."
One of my favourite short poems from my childhood, attributed to Lord Bowen I think, who was a well-known judge in the 19th century.
Yes it is still raining and the temperature is dropping too; it's definitely getting wintry which I suppose is not surprising on the 1st of December. However I have had a great day despite the dreich weather; work was really good - we were visited by a band called Little Eye who played a gig at lunch-time! The pupils were all very excited, as were many female members of staff. I even had my photo taken with them! This evening I was at my Cambuslang book club at Lesley's where I had a lovely time talking books with good friends. I am tempted to subscribe to a magazine called Slightly Foxed which looks tremendous. James had to collect me from work today because my car has been in the garage for the last couple of days. I hired a car for two days but the car was not ready in time for this afternoon as promised. It was quite nice to chat to him on the way home and I am looking forward to his company on the way to work tomorrow. My car repairs (brakes and exhaust) are costing a fortune and James tells me that I will have to keep the car for at least two more years to justify the expense. I don't really mind that because I like my car (Peugeot 207 cc in a lovely turquoise blue) but what I don't like is that many things have gone wrong with it, it is not the most reliable car! Anyway I am off to bed in a good mood and I will end with another childhood rain poem:
The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
(by Robert Louis Stevenson).