Stepping off the train, I felt strange.
I walked up and out of the train station.
When I reached the street, it was raining.
Not too hard, but hard enough to leave me soaked after my walk home.
So I don't know why, but I started to run.
My strides were long and my pace was swift.
And it felt good.
The cold rain and my feet smacking the wet concrete felt
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