Perspective.

The rainstorms here are to die for. 

Seriously, I'm such a sucker rainstorms.

(Right now, it's thundering outside, the clouds are rolling in, and it's visibly getting darker. I love it.)

The thing is, when it's really raining--like, when it's pouring so hard that you can hardly see your hand in front of your face, and you only have to go outside for two seconds to get good and drenched--that is probably my most absolute favorite time to go running. 

I know, okay? But it is. 

Rainstorms are cleansing, and actually going out in them, allowing the rain to soak me, to trickle down my face and arms and back, invigorates me. I feel refreshed and capable of anything when I'm soaking up the rain. Exercising in the rain heightens those feelings; makes them more concentrated. Running in the rain leaves me euphoric and peaceful. 

If only torrential downpours happened more often.

The last time I ran in the rain, I stopped when the rain did. But just because I stopped running and it stopped raining didn't mean the storm was over. Flashes of intricate lightning danced around the sky, totally distracting me from absolutely anything else going on around me. I ran up to the roof of my school, sat down, and just watched the skies. The lightning show was frequent and breathtaking for about an hour, and then slowly, slowly sputtered out into nothing. I was outside the whole time.

It was beautiful. 

Nature truly has the best fireworks.