At 6pm yesterday evening, there was grand rain and thunder and lightning all around. And because I'd been up 25 hours, I decided that it would be a grand idea to go running inside of it. So I did and it was. Slick and greased to start off with, panting and stumbling after just a few minutes, but always far far too much fun. No one else around, except the few cars which obliged me by raising huge sheets of water for me to run under. And running back and forth across the metal bridge, high above those cars, daring the lightning to strike.

It would not.