This morning it seemed rather dark out, and when I went to put out the garbage I noticed the quiet rain. It's what they called in Galway a "soft morning."
Sometimes when it rains I think about the image of the world from the beginning of Genesis: the bubble of order called by God out of the chaotic waters. The earth sits on top of water, and the dome of the sky separates us from the waters above. Sometimes the sky opens up a little, and the rain comes down, a persistent image of the generosity of God.
Sometimes I think it's an image of what the heart can be; a bubble of peace and order amidst all of the chaos of work and stress and relationships and the demands made upon us.