Running in the rain

grey hoodie pulled tight, who killed kenny comes to mind.
dog leash in one hand, water botter clutched in the other,
guiding the pup with a series of small taps like i would a horse,
quickly picking my path through the wet rocks,
everything is damp, air cold, breath steaming,
my t-shirt is soaking wet, my face like a furnace, the rain evaporating like droplets on a stovetop.
tssss.tsss.tsssss.
my legs are the ones running, my lungs don't burn,
i have never been more proud of being a nonsmoker.
i realize i am enjoying this rainy day run down the mountain.
silently, it feels like i am 12 after a soccer game,
relaxed, happy, pink cheeked.
burton looks up from his leash, wanting more.
ok, boy, let's kick it up.
i wish i could let him off the leash.
we fly down the path, rust color sand and brunt sienna rocks,
his blonde ears getting curly from the rain,
we catch up with amber at the car.
what a good day, we say in unison.
yes.