The Healing Touch

Sweeping again
from hiding, rain
plays upon unsuspecting heels, 
gentle, a genteel prod: prelude 
to its driving, furious vigor, 
its cleansing sweep
through city streets
 — Herded wholesale, 
cowed into common cause, 
pressed for fellow warmth,
cooling office-workers
stand static
with bovine regard:
the shower slowing
enough first for one,
then for another and another 
 — Slum urchins
dance nakedly desperate
for a little more,
the healing touch of rain.

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