little grains that flew around touching me, touching the leaves before finally laying itself down on the face of the road.
the heat escaped the heart of the earth and made its way up the crevices and landed as tiny droplets of sweat on my palm.the warm wind that came out from nowhere, took them off my palm and perhaps carried them back to the heart which pined for them.
maybe they shared stories,maybe they talked of me-of how i smile to myself when i stand in a crowded bus or how my feet move to a song i sing inside my head.
they dont share stories where it rained today.they dont hear Joni Mitchell in my head.
sitting here in my little hot room, i saw you many many miles away as you bid goodbye to the blue sky above and let rain form bubbles under your shirt.
as for me, i was happy looking at my palm-watching sweat beads appear and disappear.
i felt your smile in my hair.i knew it was raining at home today.