Her raven hair danced around her face, kissing her cheeks, a faint blush creeping up her milky skin. Her smile radiated happiness, as the sweet sound of her angelic laughter left her lips. She was happy. She was radiant. She was, her.
She danced around her the open field, her arms flailing carelessly around the air, as she pretended to be held in someone's embrace, shifting from side to side. The rain kissed her skin, drenching her from head to toe, her smile growing with each and every drop. Her hands moved, to catch as many rain drops as her frail fingers could reach for, her head thrown back, the rain drawing endless patterns on her exquisite facial features.
I watched on, at the mesmerizing sight before me. The angel, that was happily lost in her own world of rain and bliss, was finally free. Free to love, free to be loved, free to be happy. And I was lucky enough to be a witness to her happiness. Lucky enough to see her smile, her infectious excitement, her wild and crazy yet soft and curly hair stick to her body like it was her second skin. Her clothes becoming a part of her, as they, too, were soaked in the pitter patter of the falling rain drops.
I looked up, letting the rain wash away all my worries, all my fears and all my sadness. There was nothing to be sad about. She was here. She was there. She was everywhere, and she was happy. Happy as a clam, happy as the shining sun. Spreading her joy, her innocence wherever she went.
Touching anyone and everyone that she ever came across. There were a few select lucky enough to meet her. To be a part of her life. To be touched by her in a way only an angel could. And she was just that. She was an angel.
She is my angel.
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