So what, the rain is coursing down the windowpane
and the mist from our breath swirls in the damp air as we leave the front door
And yeah, so the tips of our fingers feel the nip of the cold
and knees left exposed feel stiff and sore
But this is autumn and the weather is changing
Long sunny nights obscured by the haze of the drizzle and the howl of the wind
The world is nestling down and preparing for hibernation
But the weather doesn’t change us, it just changes what we see
The reds and golds, oranges and crimsons, scarlets and rubies, burgundies and cherries
The rain doesn’t muddy our minds but makes mud our new playground
The jumps, the turns, the hurdles, the burns
The clocks go back and the raindrops cling to the leaves that are clinging to the trees
But the pedals still turn and our lungs still burn
It’s no worry to us in pursuit of strength and speed as the crest of the hill looms high
