the evening spell of rain
showering through the clouds
trickling down the leaves
dancing on the palm
a little tickle
a little cold
the lonely palm
moist and wet
yearning for warmth
seeking support to
soak in unison
clasp together and
soak to the bone
the tiny droplets
squeezed and churned
into beads of love
the lonely palm
moist and wet
yearning and waiting
as the dancing droplets
dribble down drop by
drop into the unknown