Walking out of the door
Puddles upon the wet floor
Yes the weather, true to form
Here he is, our rider in the storm

Flooded roads, everywhere knee high
Thunderous clouds, across the sky
The gales so hard, they blew
Our rider in the storm, he flew

Bouncing down, across the cycle path
Sheltered looking up, shows his wrath
The grey cloud, swirls round and round
Flashes of lightning, hits the ground

But our rider in the storm, pedals on
Dreaming, of the beautiful gleaming sun
Nearly home, in a drenched wet suit
At this moment, thinking i feel like a newt

Everyday without fear, he embraces
All weather, known to the human races
He rides strong, no bravery to perform
Just his bike and our rider, in the storm