As I run downhill, these lyrics kept ringing in my head, moments later I begun singing loud….let it rain, let it rain. This was last Saturday, I woke up early determined to run but the morning drizzle just couldn’t stop. My thoughts quickly run to John Maxwell’s law of the Rubber band. It was about time I stretched and got out of my comfort zone, I muttered to myself. Quickly, I jumped out of my cozy bed, put on my running gear and off I went.

It was a calm start, one of little hope, I yearned for that one reason that would compel me to retreat. Forward I went, all seemed well, even the drizzles took on a steady progress as politicians will refer. 1km down and my speed was increasing as well, to my disappointment, there was no reason for be to bow out of the run, even the chills I got at the start had vanished in minutes. It is amazing how wonderfully God designed our bodies to generate enough heat when subjected to cold conditions. The more I run, the warmer I felt, how incredible!

Meanwhile the drizzles became more intense and heavier and before I knew, it started raining. I had run 4kms so far and there was no turning back. I was determined not to allow the rain interrupt my target of accomplishing 10kms, I had come along way and I was not about to give up. On the other hand, motorists and onlookers under shelter looked on and thought I was bizarre. Their comments were ludicrous but that didn’t matter to me at the moment. I felt good and quickly begun to sing the popular chorus….let it rain…….Open the floodgates of heaven……….let it rain, let it rain on me.

I got lost in the moment while running, I contemplated on God’s goodness towards me and my family, stretched my hands upwards and screamed as I run on the abandoned roads, let blessings rain over me Lord. It was crazy, I still smile when I picture myself in that moment. I felt like I was on top of the world…reason; I could do what many people could not. I could picture thousands pulling warm blankets over their bodies on a rainy Saturday morning at 7am, but here I was, enjoying myself, singing and smiling away in the rain, without a care in the world. I quickly reckoned childhood memories when my parents would punish my siblings and I for playing in the rain, it was so much fun then and it still is today.

The rain went on and on until I hit the 7th Km, I was dripping wet but thank God for sports clothes that never get clingy when wet. I still had 3kms ahead and I knew very well that only more running could dry up my cloths and I did exactly that. I was dry within no time and back home as well. My children kept wondering if I had sought shelter from the rain but I was happy to narrate the joy I felt having run in the rain and I was still okay. They still don’t believe it up to now and I don’t blame them since those were my thoughts as well when I would see runners do their thing in the rain.

While the rest of the world runs away from the rain, we runners do not; to us running in the rain means a lot; It’s exercise, it’s therapy and shower at the same time! Rain is not an excuse, our only regret is that mile that’s not run because of the rain.

I challenge you that’s reading my article now, try it out today, start with a km or two, don’t wait for the rain. You will feel so much younger, healthier and happier just as I do today.