Today the rain came. Back in the days of Noah a little rainfall didn't faze me on a run. I think I must have gone a bit native living in Southeastern Idaho for a long time. Folks there might run in the ice and snow and mars-like wind chill but shudder and huddle under cover when liquid water falls from the sky. After hesitating I reached for my inner duck and found myself. Nice wet 4 mile run. Several other runners out today, too. We smiled at one another as we splashed along.