Barefoot in the rain

Barefoot in the rain, and I don't want to know.
Your hair stuck to your forehead, mine clung to my face.
We laughed at every thunder like it came to set the pace.
You took my hand and drove me right through that silver spew.
Spin me once, then pull me close.
The whole block's sleeping, but we're alive the most.
Barefoot in the rain, barefoot in the rain.