This weekend the dust was so thick on the trail where I like to run, that by the time I stopped to take off a shoe, it wasn’t the bright red and white that it was when I put it on. After my eighteen miles, I coughed and coughed. My throat was dry, no matter how much water I drank.
Yesterday, it was sweltering hot and I sweat all afternoon thru. Under my clothes, the humidity crept. I wanted to go home early.
But when I turned on the news this morning, the words were music. It’s raining, the streets are wet, and it will rain all day. The world is enveloped in a sheer curtain of glittering rain. Nature is singing.
Later, I will run. Later, I will be a part of it all. I’ll dodge the umbrellas and the ponds. I’ll be a shock to people who hide beneath awnings. It’s going to rain all day.