Running With the Rain

As I ran 

the sweat came

And came the rain.

I was running.

It softened a lot of my inside, slowly.

Maybe, it washed away bits of I and Me 

that I carried in the sweat?

A smile framed my lips as I felt the 

tightness melt away;

With salty dews of rain running down my face,

Stinging my eyes as it mingled with my sweat.

Palpable lightness.

Could it be that the sweat carried the burden of my expectation? 

Or the math of clocking the anticipated miles?

Does predisposition burden us?

Or does it disallow exultation?  

Does sweat induce pride in athletes? 

Or does it comfort and spur on?

Could it be that lightness comes when the run melts into nothingness?

What is Nothingness after all

but the unbridled joy when my mind empties into those minutes of plugging in, plodding on 

and simply running.

Perhaps. Surely.