The Sunshine

'Do you like the sound of rain?', 

Her mischievous smile spoke out, 

I do, I repeated, as my head bobbed. 

'Why let the clouds gloom you, then?',

Her teasing smile echoed through the silence, 

I don't know, I responded.

'Why is it that you like the sun?'

Her spirit giggled, a wide grin of teeth.

'Isn't it a good feeling?', I retorted.

'I can be your sunshine',

Her words oozed tenderness,

As she caressed my hair.

I can be your sunshine, 

A kiss she planted, as she faded.

'Sunshine, through your darkest clouds.'