We have been getting a lot of rain here in the Inland Northwest. For years it was so hard for me to get used to the doom and gloom of the spring season and the winter in the Inland Northwest. I wasn’t used to all the grey skies and all the rain. It was raining on my parade, if you know what I mean. It has taken years for me to actually love the rain.
Now I will be honest and say that there are still days that I complain about the rain and grey skies. The winters can seem so long, when the grey leads into April. Growing up in the Big Sky State with beautiful big blue skies, made me take so much for granted. I used to hate running in the rain and never understood why others enjoyed it. But then I realized what the rain could do. The new life it brings, the washing it does, the cleansing it does.
I begin to look at the rain differently. I changed my perspective of the rain. I feel grateful for the moisture it brings to help protect against drought and dry summers. I begin to thank God for all the rain, the spring blooms it will help grow and nourish. The land it nourishes. The cleanses it does to me.
What’s interesting, is that at first the rain brings mess. Mud, puddles, dirt and the wet dog smell worn on person. Once it is gone though, and the storm has passed the blue skies finally come out. The puddles dry, the dirt turns to green grass and spring blooms or new growth in the garden. And I love the smell in the air after a good rain. It’s knowing what comes after the storm.
Rain cleanses our souls in a sense. It brings new growth. I love the outcome after the rain, what’s around the corner. How sometimes while being out in the rain is cold, wet and dreary, but when you begin to change your perspective, the rain changes too. I begin to love the rain. I don’t notice the cold and the wet. I don’t notice the mud splattered legs and rain soaked running shoes, the wet matted hair. I feel the rain cleansing my soul, bringing the new. So for me I love running through the rain now.
I am grateful for the beauty that comes after the rain. The bright colors the rain creates. The strength it builds in us, as we weather the storm and learn new strength. Sometimes running in the rain is beautiful, refreshing and soul cleansing.
I have been learning to embrace the rain, even if its muddy at first. After all the mud washes away, seeds grow, flowers bloom and color pops. And it’s all because of rain. Sometimes running through the rain and storms is worth it, because of the outcome it brings. Sometimes we have to embrace running through the rain and see the beauty through the storm. The growth. I know I have grown while running through the rain.
Until next Time Be Whole and Be Fit
Do you enjoy running through the rain?