Just A Rainy Monday

It's Monday.

And it's a rainy afternoon.

I hear the rumbles of thunder as if it was angry at having to perform its duty. Thunder hates the weather, and I do too.

Why you might ask?

Simple.

It means I can't go for my long run. Of course I could, if you mean running in the heavy rain. But I don't fancy running around, along, and in puddles of water. And the very idea of getting splashed by passing cars is a definite turn off. I don't take to the idea of looking like a bedraggled miserable looking cat!

I've been looking forward to a good long run, after the weekend. So, that's kind of a downer.

No wait. Perhaps there's hope.

The rain's softened up considerably. And it seems that thunder is making his way away from my home. Yep, the rain has slowed down noticeably.

Now the pitter pattering, like some ecstatic  man beating a fast stream of rhythm on a Indian tabla, that too has slowed. There's hope.

If all works out well, by the time I've put on my running shoes, the rain would have stopped. Everything outside would look sharper, crisper, and the air would have a faint moist scent about it. Perhaps, I'd be moving along and be greeted suddenly by a beautiful rainbow.

We shall see what turns up.