Today was a much less beautiful day, with rain turning to drizzle and the occasional heavy dump of rain, including one just as I pulled into a lookout point; so perfectly timed, it was as if I had brought it with me.
It did clear, though. I paused, most of the way to Whitianga, as the rain poured, unsure whether to bother to make it the rest of the way. I did, decided to run at midday in the rain, only to find that I got a clear, even sunny run before the rain returned. As I headed back, the skies cleared and the afternoon was as fabulous as any other.