I met a boy of Thunder,
His voice crackled I’m the night sky,
In the midst of a storm.
I met a girl of Snow,
Her skin as pale as ice,
Her lips scarily blue and thin.
I met a lady of Flower,
Her poppy seed eyes sliced throughout the crowd,
while her sunflower dress flowed behind her.
I met a man called Rainbow,
His head always in a cloud,
his pupils shone like a beam of white light.
I met a lady called Rain,
Her eyes dripped of salty tears,
Her blue-grey skirt soaking with teardrops.