Rain Running: The Middle Iowa Watershed

It’s two miles from my house to the stop sign and back.  I’m not one of those everyday runners, but there is something about gray skies and soft rain that gets me outside.  I like to sweat in it and feel the gathering moisture as I go.  It’s raining today in Middle Iowa.

My hood is up and I tie it down as I go, knowing that after I’ve heated up, I will pull it off and let the rain run down my face. I start slow, head down with a breeze spritzing my face.

Rainwater washes over the empty, dark fields into ditches and tributaries and, as I run, ideas continuously flow through my head.