Fool in the rain

Droplets that are so intrusive at first become less so, as warmth pumps through veins at heightened circulatory levels. Coming down with fresh intensity at the beginning of the run, a trick of the senses created by moving through the rain, an echoing impulse to grab another layer from inside is dismissed. Perhaps to combat this weakened resolve, a little surge is placed where it normally wouldn’t be. Running to drown out the rain at first, and then in a rhythmic and methodic fashion a growing sense of freedom comes from braving the elements and joy from having made it through that awkward start up time. As the rendezvous spot approaches I realize that the rain has stopped, as I greet Jen I have no clue when the precipitation ended.