On Friday, November 13th 2015, several venues in Paris were hit by heavily armed terrorists, leaving 130 dead, many more traumatized and injured. I wrote 'Your Rain' in the week following the attacks, as a plea for mercy - a way to express a cry of the soul for the world. When I lived in Paris, from 2008-2011, the main thing I worried about was getting pick-pocketed on the train. It was a small worry - I moved around Paris freely, as did my children - without ever thinking about potentially being the target of an attack. I studied at the Ecole Normale de Paris de Musique, where students gathered to learn about music from Europe's great masters... the great variety of origin/race/creed making the wonder of studying there even greater. Europe has been a mosaic of culture forever, a meeting place of east and west - and now the heart of it had been massively injured. I don't think France will ever be the same - it has since been the object of further attacks - yet we can still hope and plead for religious tolerance and understanding. May the rain of heaven - rain has always been a symbol of blessing - come and wash over the scars of hatred, filling cups of water that can be shared between brothers. In Matthew 5:44 Jesus says, 'You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy. But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.…' May this radical teaching guide our culture today.