Oh, let the rain fall down and wash this world away

Yesterday, I was in a healthy sort of mood and decided to accompany Riley on a run in the evening, after I had already did a run of my own in the afternoon. For the first time in a good few days, the sky was pouring with rain like I haven't seen for a while. We didn't really have a concrete plan of where to run to, and I think that sometimes those are the best kinds. Well, I actually just think that sometimes it's more fun to not know where you're going, because then you don't know where you'll end up - it's the in-between, instead of the destination, that matters. We ran down NW Marine Drive, which is a beautiful road to begin with. When we reached an intersection, we decided to turn and run down to the Spanish Banks, one of many beautiful beaches here in Vancouver. The run down was strangely serene and gorgeous, even as the rain came down over our heads hard. One part on the way down to the ocean where there's a clearing in the trees and you can see the ocean stretching far. Despite such rainy weather, the ocean looked beautiful covered in fog. Barely able to discern between the mountains and ocean, I was lost in the sight and found it hard to keep looking forward. When we finally reached the beach, we went down the trail and all I could do was stare. Mind you, the rain was still relentlessly coming down, and I was more than okay with that. Sometimes, it just needs to rain to remind people that nothing's the way they want it all the time. And, in that regard, I think rain is hugely misunderstood and needs to be appreciated more. So, that being said: Rain, I appreciate you, even though you make my socks wet and get me sick. (: