Crying rain

All I can see are grey, unkept gravestones,
I am at the place where the holy spirit always occurs.
The weather is unpleasant and the clouds begin to cry,
It's the salty tears of those who have died.
Even though I am alone I can feel someone's presence,
I feel shivering and suddenly I start shaking.
I am scared and I don't know what to do,
Suddenly I hear a voice,"dont worry I will help you".
In the distance I see a white,clear woman,
as she was moving I was running.
Suddenly I stopped and checked behind my back,
She was gone and I was relieved, this feeling never came back.