Would you believe me if I told you that a drop of icy rain nearly took my eye out? No? Would you believe it if I said that it was carried by the aforementioned strong headwind with such force that it almost left a bruise on my cheek, only two centimeters south of my left eye?
I think you're starting to get the picture of what the weather was like. But how did it feel?
It felt good. After two days' solitary confinement, I was aching to go for a run, although I did look doubtfully out the window at the grey skies, moments before it was time to go. But as usual, it feels worse just before you leave. Once you're outside (and wet), it's actually not half as bad as you thought. It usually turns out to be quite fun. At least if you're wearing protective goggles.
Now I have a riddle for you. An enigma. A mystery. A puzzle. What is this strange dust-like substance on my tights? Remember that it was raining on my way home.
A most mysterious mystery
Whoever finds the right answer wins...well, nothing. I don't know what the answer is, so how would I know if you're right? But you'll win my everlasting admiration, if you at least come up with an imaginative answer.