A man wanting change

He walked through the rain as if water wasn't falling.
one palm held out , palm up, knuckles down, catching air-
Like a neglected bird bath.
His other hand which quaked with fear, wrenched onto holy script.
From his mouth poured the blasphemy of god unto man.
It seemed even the rain attempted to shirk his remarks.
People walked onwards -
his words leaving little impact,
and his hand still barren.