Smell The Thunder

I love storms. I love the pouring rain, the lightning, the thunder, everything about them. Which is why today was so perfect. Because of course, what do I do as soon as I find that it is pouring outside? I go out for a run. So that's how a good half-hour of my day today was spent--outside, in the rain.

Unfortunately, it stopped raining about two minutes after I got outside. But that's beside the point. I continued running. I continued running and thinking all of the thoughts that I needed to get out. I thought of things I love and things I hate. Of course, enough of them were the same...but the reasons were, of course, different.

It was what I needed. I needed to get out all of those emotions, I needed to cry while I ran. I needed to just let it all go, let the anger of my day fall into my footsteps hitting the ground and the tears streaming down my cheeks. Everything just fell through, everything that I needed so badly came around...the rain, the run, the pain, the burning, the tears.

I did something today that I needed, and that I should probably do more often. I let myself live. I let myself feel. I let myself forget about the world and release all control, if only for the space of thirty minutes. I let myself become a part of the storm, in my own way, by letting the wind, the rain, the darkness all wash over me and leave me devoid of what I had been full of before.

I broke rules, I broke bounds, I broke limits. In a way, I even broke myself. But tonight, I could afford that. Tonight, I could let that come to pass. So I did. And I am infinitely the better for it.