When i was walking home i met a boy called a anger he had his fist clenched up in a fist and slowly his
dark eye browse lowered down in the boiling sun.
i was walking home and i met a girl called summer she had shiny hair like the gleaming sun she wore a sunny yellow dress.
i met a girl called rain her hear was as grey as a stormy cloud. she had gleaming depressing eyes like a storm .