When the rain pours down
onto my shoulders and hair
I run for cover.
But in this desert there is no shelter
except for a scrawny piñon or juniper tree.
I have no choice but to let the rain drench
my t-shirt and shorts, soak into my skin
and my very bones.
I slow my pace and suddenly sense
the glory of this saturation.
The drops cool my skin
and settle my heart.
With this immersion, the Beloved
nourishes my inner garden.