Southern Rain

If you have never been caught in a classic southern downpour, i think you might be missing out on one of the best things in life.

This afternoon, I parked my car, changed my clothes, and just as i was about to begin the run, big drops began to fall from the sky. Our first rain of the day. The sky had been closed up all day, but now, she was ready to burst open. The drops were big, yet few, at first, but after the first half-mile, they gained steam and soon it was as if buckets were pouring all around me! A classic springtime southern downpour. 

Rain coming down on you when the temperature is about 70 degrees is not a bad thing at all. In fact, it’s pretty neat; the warmish water falls on your skin and it’s kinda soothing. The sky is a bit darkened and there seems to be an aura of mystery out…

The puddles were bulking up and before long, i was smacking my feet and legs into them, water completely filling my Saucony shoes. Squish. Squish. 

The best part of the run probably came when i turned onto a stretch of Ponce de Leon. Traffic was getting heavy and the cars were swooshing by and as the came upon the growing puddles, I got waves of splash on me. It was DAMN FUN. It was like I was playing. 

And even though I had my cap on, my glasses were toast. i couldn’t see a thing. i didn’t care. I just kept runnin’.

What a great way to spend some afternoon time. 

Cheers!