Rain like fog – I started to run
The rain was cold, but my heart stayed warm
Couldn’t see the end, just kept going
Feet were soaked, but I never stopped
Trails were slick, the hills were steep
My breath was heavy, my steps grew slow
Half hour passed, the sky begins to clear
The sun broke through— the end feels near
The city was shining, washed by the storm
Fresh and bright, no longer worn
Sore and tired, but fully alive
That, is how my Sunday began
——Xiao Chen’s note
In collaboration with GPT