When it rains I like to go running In the cold dull November In the late afternoon When the sun is low The fields and forrest are empty And the whole world is inside Pretending not to care
When it rains I imagine that I'm a fish Sleek and wet and strong Gliding through a cold wet world I imagine that I'm the animal that I am Without a pretense Without an expectation beyond the physicality of the ambient conditions I am an animal in the world Surviving, breathing, being
I look at my damp slick hands and the mist that comes from my heaving breath as I pump my legs, through the mud in the dim forest, As I splash through the puddles and the streams, And think to myself I'd swim the river itself if I had to.
When it rains I imagine I'm the animal that I am Running through the world unmoved Strong and fierce and more alive knowing that the world could **** me If I laid down.
When it rains The world doesn't care It doesn't care even when it's sunny But when it rains, I remember
I'm the animal that I am Running in the cold wet world