For some reason rain has become for me a symbol of both God’s power and wrath and of His mercy. He is dark and foreboding; “His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form”; He metes out judgment by flood and lightning. But He also quenches the thirsty ground, fills the rivers, gives life. If I can paraphrase a Caedmon’s Call lyric, He’ll wash your house away, but He’ll also make you clean.
There are some rain clouds outside in Austin today, the best and worst of days, when love and justice kiss, when death brings us life. The sky will open up and send His rain to the righteous and unrighteous both.