I know it isnt uncommon, but I just really love it. Even when its cold. Even when I don't have an umbrella. Even when it is totally unexpected. Because when you think about it, rain is really great. It washes away things, and it makes the asphalt smell good, and the air always seems alot cleaner to me after the rain.
So today it rained.
It was probably one of the best days to be outside. February and 70 degrees. I went to the ceramics studio not expecting rain at all, and at first when it started raining I was mad. I wasnt in a great mood to begin with, and rain wasnt what i wanted for the day. I wanted sunshine. but i got rain. As I was throwing on the wheel though I realized just how beautiful the rain is. As it began to pour, the sounds of the rain hitting the tin roof of the kiln shed made for the best noise. So i accepted the rain for what it was. Unexpected, but probably necessary.
My friend Martha and I decided to go for a run. It wasnt raining anymore. The air was cold though and probably one of the best days for a run. Even though the weather was awesome, the run was not. I think we were both tired, and by the 2nd mile we were starting to slow down. There is this part in our run where we have to hurdle over a barrier. And the whole time leading up to it i was telling myself I would probably not make it, but on the other side of this "hurdle" were two huge puddles. How could we not jump into them? So after hurdling over this barrier and landing in an ocean of a puddle, my energy was restored. The whole trail was covered in puddles, and so running through them made the run fun again. We got to the river (where we usually stop and stretch) and we ran into our friend Carol. Another great unexpected thing! Somehow, Martha and I got this dumb idea to jump in the river. We did. And it was freeeezing. The initial shock was probably one of the worst feelings in the world. We ran out super quickly and just layed on the sand in shock and laughter. So fun. But so dumb. Running back sucked and I felt 10 times heavier with soaking wet clothes.
Anyways. The point of this story is that i needed the rain. and i needed the run.
Ive been in a weird complacent place lately, and so having a wake up call from the rain. and from the freezing river was something that was so needed.
p.s. here's my new song..
