When will the rain stop

Everywhere I go you are with me

You fill my dreams Rain fill my eyes.

In the land of milk and honey

the skies were black; the thunder drowned out the cries.

New York, the city that never sleeps, was flooded with light.

Where I walked, water was the only sight.

Monsoons in Asia. No rising sun in Japan

Diving the reef brought relief

Hong Kong was sad.

A soaked top in place of a 10 year old memory

of a baby smiling at the World on my shoulders

Oh when will the rain stop.

GMP 2007