I never thought that it feels so good to bath in the rain alone. I just did it this morning. The last time I took a bath in the rain was six years ago, that was some time in college.
I started jogging last week and I intend to do this every off. It is my way of keeping myself in “good shape.” While I was on the way home from work, it started to drizzle. I was hoping that it will not lead to rain so that I can jog. I kinda liked the weather because it was not that hot at all even though it’s almost 7 o’clock in the morning. On normal occasions, by the time the clock hits 7 AM, the mighty sun is already at its peak and it’s hurting on one’s skin to get hit by its ray. The good thing is that by the time I get to our place, the only trace left by the rain is the wet ground. I quickly changed to jogging attire and off to the park.
As usual, I will do some warm-up exercises so as not to get cramps. It was only a minute or two of jogging when the-what-I-thought-was-drizzle little by little started to turn into big drops of rain. Since I was at the peak of my jogging habit, I did not mind to get drenched. Who cares if I was the only person freely running like a deer that time? It actually felt good that sweat and rain blended on my skin. In spite of panting, I jogged and jogged as much as I can while the clouds showered its tears. What I liked most about my work out this morning is that the weather befriended me. It was nice to know that the heavens are also mourning with me. Bawl! Whimper! Sob! Wail! Cry it all out ‘til at the very last drop.
The rain still has not stopped weeping, so as me. But I know that for every storm, there is always a rainbow waiting after. I know that the sun will cast its shadow upon me. Soon.
