Rythm of the heart

They watched the sky turn from blue to gray,
Sitting at the end of his driveway he saw a perfect chance,
As the clouds rolling in began to cry,
He took her and asked her to dance,
Her face lit up like a night sky on the fourth of July,
Then she flashes that smile that makes his heart skip a beat,
He spins her around and she clumsily falls into his embrace,
They begin to slow dance in the street,
As he moves a strand of wet hair away from her face,
He loves the way she looks at him,
She loves the way he looks at her,
Their hearts make a steady rhythm,
That they can dance to forever,
Even when the clouds are crying and their hair is turning gray,
They won't care,
They will dance in the street anyway.