Sanctuary

Something I wrote on the 14th of this month. As usual, I don't know where it came from. It's good though.

She tiptoed closer, ever hopeful, ever wary. Rain drizzled down her back and locks of soaking hair clung to her cheeks, neck, and shoulders. A soft, warm glow shone gently out into the cold, wet dark of night. This was her chance. Slipping and sliding from shadow to rain-wet shadow, she made her way toward the light.
As she reached the heavy oaken doors, they swung open.
"Welcome, come in," said a soft and gentle voice. It belonged to the white-robed woman standing in the threshold of the building, half shrouded in darkness, her back to the light.
"Sanctuary," the girl breathed.
"Yes," the woman smiled. "Yes, it is."