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Running in an Atmospheric River

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K Mark Schofer

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Running in an Atmospheric River

It’s warm here in the house

as the rain pounds on the windows

telling me to just stay inside

warm comfortable out of the rain

But what fun is that

as you have a chance

to run an atmospheric river?

There are no longer simple storms

Rather media creations with

 complicated names

As we used to say it’s raining

 cats and dogs

I look at my dog and say

Willst du joggen gehen?

When I speak to her in German,

she knows I am serious

The rain refreshing at first

dripping down my neck

in torrents

My dog just disappeared

into a puddle

Only two more miles to go

The wind is from the south,

which keeps it warm

I have puddles in my pockets

People in cars look at me

quizzicallly

That’s OK

No, atmospheric River will deter me

from enjoying the aftereffects

of endorphins on the brain

I just passed mile three

It was my personal best for the day

that is why we train

I’m now done

standing in the garage

Making a puddle of my own volition

And drying off the dog

Which may take a few hours

She’s happy I’m happy

To run in an atmospheric river

 

 

2 responses to “Running in an Atmospheric River”

  1. vermavkv Avatar
    vermavkv

    This is such a wonderfully vivid and spirited piece—full of warmth, humor, and that unmistakable runner’s grit. You capture the joy of embracing the elements rather than hiding from them, turning an “atmospheric river” into a backdrop for determination, companionship, and endorphin-fueled triumph. The playful moments with your dog, the German cue, the puddles in your pockets—all of it brings the scene to life with charm and authenticity. A delightful celebration of resilience, routine, and the simple happiness of pushing through the rain together.

  2. Stephanie Avatar
    Stephanie

    I love this post so much. Endorphins flowing. 🙂

I would love to hear you opinion as well

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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