"I'm only happy when it raaaaiiins"

"I'm only happy when it raaaiins". If you were walking along the drenched Bondi Beach this evening during the torrential downpour, you would've likely passed a guy drenched from head to toe - but whistling this tune and smiling with his eyes at the same time.

I'd rushed home with enough time to fit in a routine 1hr swim followed by 1hr run. Diving in, the water was a beautiful 22 deg. and I set out on my target of 3km, marking my times every 6th lap.

Although still a sunny afternoon, the Icebergs complex bathed the pool in a nice shadow. Eventually I made my way over to the outside lane (no other swimmers) which was right by the sea. Nice and windy, causing a bit of chop on the water (makes for a less boring swim!). As I turned each lap I noticed the dark storm front coming in from the sea. Contrasted beautifully with the way the houses across at Ben Buckler were all lit up in evening sun.

Before I knew it the rain was coming down in sheets - and that's because I didn't know it! Because it all looked the same underwater where I was spending most of my eye-time. Such a liberating feeling, to be out in the downpour but loving it - especially when I only had 300m left and I was feeling strong.

I clicked off the 3ks at 58:55, giving me the much needed confidence I'll be able to do race distance 3.8ks in under 2hrs. I sprang out of the pool, sauntered up to my running gear (now wet through and through from the rain), put it all on and walked out of the bergs.

I was whistling away, the warm ground under my bare feet barely cooled by the rain. But what I can't understand is this: why on earth did the tune pop into my head? It was absolutely fitting, but I'd not searched it out...

I was probably the only bloke walking along the near empty beach during the downpour, whistling and smiling away. What a joy. What a way to spend a wet evening.

Now I'll sleep like a pig.