Five stages of grief

The weather today has been incredibly humid and hot, so I postponed my run to later in the evening, even though I knew there was a chance of rain. During my 10.5 km (7 mile) run I kinda went through the five stages of grief:

1: Denial: At the first few drops - "Hey a little rain will be nice since it's so hot"

2: Anger: &/%€&(%€(/&%€% A little I said

3: Bargaining: Please don't let that thunder storm get me, I'll never mess with the weather Gods again I promise

4: Depression: Could the world be any more grey?

5: Acceptance: Hey puddle jumping is actually pretty fun, and miss wet t'shirt is the new black I hear...