My Angel

I was obsessed to see you
when you were standing with
rain-soaked attire.
It was my closed view.

You appeared like an angel
without having wings.
A smile smeared on your lips
which was very rare but simple.

The crystal shape raindrops from your locks,
downing like Pearl's.
Your eyelids held few
as if they were very precious.

The parting red lips
seemed to me moist red petals.
The crystal drops were racing down
like losing Pearl's from your cheeks.

Thumb, Thumb I could hear
beating of your heart.
It alluded me
to go forth your very near.