Wishful Thinking

Why is the sky
dripping solid rain
when it should be dripping
sun beams
why is the air
frigidly churning
around my blowing hair
cold
why does the sun
hide it's rays from
our view behind
gray clouds
this winter is trying
to linger
beyond what we would
like to feel
it's making me chilly
and drearily trying
to steal
the spring
maybe our warm hearts
could push the coldness
away to another winter
and bring on the warmth
our cold souls would sing
at a sunny blue day
and soak in the
rays