My hands like to play a type of game…
the type where they hind from the cold world.
Where my hands hide is nice and warm kind of like warm summers in the south.
After a while a soft rain starts to fall, my hands fall deeper.
Soon the fall hard and my body starts to shake,
maybe it the cold rain that makes my body shake nonstop.
My hands leave their warm spot.
My job here is done for now.