the early morning rain

I could run for hours,
miles
I could melt inside the rain,
my feet striking
the path,
onward.
my lungs pressing out
the air
I've taken in.
the bloom of breath
before me.
my body wet,
the swing of my arms,
my legs
easily carrying me
to the end.
I could run for hours
in the early
morning rain. I still can,
but in a different
way, striking this key board
time and time
again.