Summer Rain
I love the way Heyley Westenra sings 'Summer Rain'.
Days of burning sun
Watch the colours run
Into pools that catch the eye
Disappear as you pass by
You're my summer rain
You're my summer rain
And I know that I'll see you again
And I know that I'll see you again
Hear my prayer
Answer my call
Breathe life into my soul
I am waiting for you to show
Come and hold me so...
I first came to China during Summer, during a season of plentiful peaches and hot rain and melted chocolates. Now, again do the peaches abound, the rain fall in warm showers, my chocolates turn gooey in my hands. It is strangely fitting that things would come full circle, and complete my first experience of four seasons. I will miss cycling through my expansive estate with the broken angels, under the rugged trees and over the shaky cobbles that splashes in the rain. I will miss piping hot egg and tomato rice, hand-delivered to me by the rumpled boys that know my face. I will miss my cozy office, which I designed in bright orange and watched grow since it's inception.
And much more, but none will inspire regret, and I leave joyfully. With every end, there will be a new beginning. Thank God.
You're my summer rain
And I know that I'll see you again.
Days of burning sun
Watch the colours run
Into pools that catch the eye
Disappear as you pass by
You're my summer rain
You're my summer rain
And I know that I'll see you again
And I know that I'll see you again
Hear my prayer
Answer my call
Breathe life into my soul
I am waiting for you to show
Come and hold me so...
I first came to China during Summer, during a season of plentiful peaches and hot rain and melted chocolates. Now, again do the peaches abound, the rain fall in warm showers, my chocolates turn gooey in my hands. It is strangely fitting that things would come full circle, and complete my first experience of four seasons. I will miss cycling through my expansive estate with the broken angels, under the rugged trees and over the shaky cobbles that splashes in the rain. I will miss piping hot egg and tomato rice, hand-delivered to me by the rumpled boys that know my face. I will miss my cozy office, which I designed in bright orange and watched grow since it's inception.
And much more, but none will inspire regret, and I leave joyfully. With every end, there will be a new beginning. Thank God.
You're my summer rain
And I know that I'll see you again.