The Rain Princess Poem by nicholas boateng

The clouds gather
The heavens darkens
The wind vehemently blows
And trees by bows do surrender

The furious lightening in their brightness flash
The boisterous thunder in anger strikes
The breeze gradually cools
And the tiny rains all in their path do flush

Up in the third elevations down watches
A lass dark and yet so fair
Elegant, though through the wet glasses blur
Stared furtively and turned away on all clashes

Numbering the raindrops she resolutely did
Her high shoulders so tender, were revealed
A silky smooth long dark hair, red ribbon held
The wind blew harder; her eyes went dimmer, so splendid

The waters on her skin did shower
The wind against her breasts did blow
Yet as a rock she did not flow
She stood her ground in strength as the tower

Finally, she retrieved into her dwellings
On one side she gathered the vent coverings
In the dark she leered down smiling
Head on a pillow, under a warm blanket, she went sleeping

Her eyes glisten with every look
Being blinded by the brilliance of her smiles
Many did awed at her absolute perfection
She stands classy and stunning
So beautiful is the rain princess