Your rain

You make the pitter-patter
render the pride-drunk sober
under torrential downpour

the rich rest with the poor
the Chinese with the Indian;
in the company of Malays,
the American God I praise. 

yet, no matter what we think

the colour of His skin,
the depth of His wealth,
the strength of His love, 
the extent of His pain,

all are subject to His rain.

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