Bring Sunshine Back To My Girlhood Poem by Crishana Cobain

Rain falls
To wet my soul
The thunder in my heart scolds
The atmosphere too cold

When the sky cries
Once again, my happiness dies
Where is the umbrella of love?
Or the wing of the dove?

Drained and hurt
No one to pull out my skirt
To dry my wet hips
And wet my dry lips

Rain is generous
So much sorrow it shares
Deep heart-breaks the sky bears
Drops fall in a desolate chorus

A pair of arms would feel good
Wrapped around my waist
Make love in a haste
To bring sunshine back to my girlhood