The rain may have held off for The Killers, but it hit us with avengeance yesterday while we were out running. The thunder was already rumbling ominously before we left, but we thought we'd take it on, and see if we could get back before the rain came. Of course, we were exactly half way when the heavens opened and it wasn't just rain we were pelted with but oversized hailstones. We took what shelter we could find, but we were already soaked to the skin so we decided we might as well run through the storm, and when the stones turned to water and the road became a river a passing car kindly whacked me in the face with a bucketful of road water, half of which I swallowed!

Still, it was good fun. I love storms - the power of nature and all that jazz.

Labels: running, seeing_doing