[Listening to: Easier To Run - Linkin Park - Meteora (03:24)]

rain

it's been raining for two/three straight days.

i like the rain

i like the sound of the water falling down on the rooftops, and cascading into the earth. You could hear where the individual drops go, and where together they formed a stream, or trinklets. If you're pretty far inside your house, you could hear them as a distant rumble, soft, slow yet persistent in their harmony.You could hear the leaves sagged heavily, and how the dimensions of the leaves produces different sound, In a rainstorm, you could try to count the distance between each lightning flashes to the sound of thunder. And you could taste the pureness of the water.

Ever tasted rainwater? It's quite, tasteless.

I like the way the water drops, never painful. It never cares how do you look, where do you come from and how come you haven't called. It never blames you for your own mistakes or other people. It never gets scared that you might take their job or beat them to the punch. It only does what it supposed to do, nothing more, nothing less.

I like running in the rain.

When you run, your body produces the extra heat needed to stay warm. And you don't get tired quickly, since the body's mechanism off cooling oneself is helped tremendously by the falling rain. Ever noticed that you only feel cold when you stop moving? So run, and keep on running. You could taste your own sweat mixing with the raindrops, providing your taste bud the all but to familliar scent and taste of your own body. You could feel the fabric you're wearing sticking, like a second skin. Laden with water, making the run seems heavier, but it's only in your mind.

And you could be alone, since running in the rain is not what ordinary people do.

When running, you think about everything and nothing in particular. You let your mind drift to where it wants to go, to whatever stimulus and past experience you have kept. At least until all the reserve energy runs out and your body reach it's breaking point. It's a similar experience with race car drivers and fighter pilots. They're automatically aware of everything that needs to be done, and what goes on around them, but they, for a short period of time, can be alone with their thoughts.

The raindrops also hides your tears.

And all that frustration, anger, fear and hate you keep inside, you put it into every step you make, every stride, every splash of puddle and everytime your feet hits the ground. For a moment, you seems to have spent all your excess baggage, leaving them behind somewhere. Doesn't matter where they are, or what they are. You just kept on going. Like a fighter jet going ballistics, obeying only the rules of physics, and free from the restraints of the pilot's will. You could forget, you could surrender. Giving yourself to the will of the road, to the direction your feet is taking. To lose control. Or maybe the illusion that you ever had one.

You escape.

Not for long, just a short time. But that time might just be enough. Soon your muslces start to give way, and the cold becomes a little more than just bareable. But it never stops you, it only tells you that your body has had enough. You make the decision to stop or continue on.

I wait for the day nothing would stop me.