Summer Storm

I just got caught in a summer rainstorm.  As the rain picked up, I thought about getting under a tree or going into a building to escape it.  And then I felt another direction.  I let the rain, wind and cool breeze soak in and closed my eyes as I stopped speed walking.  After recalibrating, I started to run -- not to get away but to live in the moment.  When I was a kid, I used to love running through summer storms.

Remind me again why I stopped feeling this way?