Superiority

Perhaps this is unfinished. I'm not sure.

Outstretched hands and tendons (from the body)
exercise and pop with refreshing, resounding cracks.
Fingertips caress nothing but lonely spats of rain
water like tears, but upon a smiling face.
These digits reach for corrosive, smooth rock formation
but flinch away. The confidence is too much.
He stares you down.

He is your friend, but no equal.