Running in the Rain

Outside, the weather was crying, but my body was dying from the constricting air inside.  So, my desire for fresh air overcame, and out and running I went.  The splash of raindrops on my cheeks revived the color in my face while the spritz of water curled my hair.  My blood was pumping and breathing in the weather's kissing dew felt wonderful.  How glorious a sensation is the blessing of precipitation.  Running, like dancing in the rain, eases the congestion of stressful pain and gives enjoyment a paradoxical name. But all in all, praise praise praise, be to Jesus' name for legs to run and water to rain!