Today was the third day in a row of going up the hill in the rain. I wear my raincoat and bring an umbrella in case it pours. I'd prefer to not use the umbrella because you can't exactly run with an umbrella in your hand.
I passed miss lonely heart who now does smile (finally) every time I see her and we mentioned how we were sick of the rain.
Then I passed Peter and said the same thing. And he looked at me and said with a huge smile,
"I love the rain."
I thought about his words as I ran down and he's right. So what if I'm a little wet - it's a different experience to run in the rain but there are puddles to skip over or jump in and our beautiful planet needs rain so I'm changing my tune on how I feel about rain.
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