Running in the rain

It was our first time running in the rain.

The evening was cooler than expected. The rain was heavier than anticipated. Yet, we decided to keep on running. After all, it was an all new experience, something that we've never done before and might never do again. The raindrops hit against our faces. The path emitted heat as if in retaliation to the coolness brought by the rain. The trees swayed to the breeze, occasionally dropping off a few leaves as if to show their submission. Dry leaves, soiled by the rain water, were scattered on the path. We took great care to avoid stepping on the cow dung which was moist with rain water. Lifting my head, I embraced the breeze that stood in my way. It was probably the chill; my legs felt as if I had tied a rock to each; my stomach felt queasy. Running up the slopes seemed harder than the usual. But I kept on running; I must not stop, I kept telling myself. So, I ran, with my beloved by my side, for a full 37 minutes. By the time we got back to our starting point, the rain had stopped; the sun, almost setting into the evening, peeked at us. We dried our hair with a towel, changed our t-shirts and said 'hello' to a wonderful sunset that appeared soon after the rain.