On really rainy days when we were kids, my brother & I would watch the water run down to the bottom of the hill from the upstairs window of our house. By the end of the day, huge pools of water would form at the end of our street. It seemed like it took forever, but if we were patient enough the wait was worth it. Cause when it was time, we'd race down the stairs & into the garage. We'd take our bikes to the street & fly down on a mission to destroy the reflections of the blues & greys of the sky on the water. By the time it was dark, we could barely move because of the cold. Nothing like coming back home washed out & happy

This song reminds me of those days...the ones that make you feel good about being alive & riding in the rain