On the way home

On the way home, I met a man called rain.
He cried rain out of his sobbing eyes.

I met a girl called thunder ,
who struck lightning into the people who obeyed her.

I met a boy called owl,
Who could turn his head 90 degrees.

I met a woman called rainbow,
Her coat was more colourful than a rainbow.

I met a man called shadow,
Who sucked up souls like a flesh eating monster.

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