Let loose in the rain

“Last night I danced in the rain. [...] I spread my hands high over my head and tried to touch the dark clouds weighing down the evening sky; and I called upon that storm to sweep away the cobwebs and dust from my mind, to let the fat rain drops fall upon my face, a soothing balm across the tender center between both eyes. I let the distant rumble of thunder echo in my bones and the promise of lightning tickle my long wet hair. [...] My bare feet rooted themselves in puddles as I twirled among the rain drops and clouds thick with cleansing desert magic.”

“It started raining a little bit about 3 minutes into my run and I thought “Ok, I should cut this short and just do 1 mile” but as I kept running I realized it was not bad at all and it was sort of refreshing. [...] The rain felt so pleasant, it felt like specks of coolness landing on my body instead of annoying damping raindrops.”