Shelter

Rain splashing around my feet
my stride quickens
as I hurry to a covered spot,
sheltering myself
against the strengthening storm.

A gray blanket above me
releases heavy drops.
Falling fast through thick air,
the scent of rain
seems sweet against
a bitter day.

The umbrella is useless now;
Just let the soaking rain in;
sheltering myself in the Divine
loving arms
is all I need anyway