We were walking down the street
Following the winding trail of concrete
Wandering in the summer rain
Experiencing the majestic and the mundane
Our clothes soaked clean through
And I looked over at you
And you had ear buds in your hand
And you asked if I had anything planned
I said no
You said we should go
We found a park and sat underneath a tree
And you looked over at me
We had an ear bud in each ear
We turned it up so we could hear
We sang loudly and proudly
Until it was no longer cloudy