Good Samaritans

Once, when I got off the bus in the African rain, I was greeted by hailstones And deafening thunders! New to the land, and hardly prepared for such a turn of weather, I was shivering all over. My teeth started chattering, Beating a wild rhythm! Nearly frozen, I shuddered. Suddenly, a gate behind opened And a friendly hand stretched out. A son of the soil, A total stranger, greeted me And pulled me into his house. He handed me a dry towel and some warm clothes. Now I felt comfortable, though the clothes were embarrassingly oversized, which no one around seemed to mind, anyway! His wife, in the meantime, came up with a tray of hot cakes And a pot of very hot tea. Ah, Good Samaritans! ***