Oh!! Its divine..
Blowing.. All White..
With the wind.. O So Light!
Pristine.. like a pearl..
Her Beauty, so Pure.
The Mystic of sky,
wrapped around her soul!
Ah! so Beautiful.. again so Pure!
She walks through the wet swath..
slow.. as a dove
careful and wary,
of my eyes on her..
some strands of hair
dancing on her cheeks..
With the wind blowing light..

humming to the tune of her lovely sight.

Oh! She is sensational..
like that one drop of life..
which just descended from heaven,
to rest on her palm,
and find its salvation.
Her smile comes as a wave to me..
splashing her charm,
on this canvas yet clean.
Her Blues and Greys matching the clouds above..

She waits for some more of those drops,
to wet her tips, with joys undefined.
and Oh!
I wait for her.. to retrace her steps,

and when she comes back to me..
This Rain Shall Soak Us