The rain falls into my mouth but I don't notice it at first. Drop by drop it is slowly warmed to body temperature, until I swallow and then I taste it and feel energised. The beach is gradually fading from view. It becomes indistinct from the dark clouds, the grey sea, which only minutes before was a deep deep turquoise. Instantly it is brought back to life. Three flashes of sheet lightening separated by what seems to be only nano seconds pours colour back into the skies; it is as if someone has momentarily turned the lights back on. I keep running steadily. I don't tire. Rather I become energised as the rain pours down my hair, across my cheeks and onto my tongue. I open my mouth wider and fell drops hit my teeth. It makes me smile. I pass another runner. Running away from the rain rather than into it. His brow is knotted deep into his forehead. My smile widens and he looks confused. The water is warm. Warmed by the heat of the air and from the kinetic energy of my body. The beach is almost deserted and offers a unique wilderness. Escapism within emptiness. My T-shirt was removed long ago, and sits wrapped around my wrist, occasionally brought up to my forehead to remove the excess water. Rain hits my lower back and begins to chill my spin. It drips down my shorts and begins to sting my legs with its power. The rivulets running into the ocean have become flooded with sandy water. It is pointless to try and negotiate them, and almost i leap into the middle, fully saturating my trainers, feeling the cool water soak into my soaks and wash around my toes. I feel truly energised as the atmospheric ensemble literally soaks into me.
