Rain which made me to think

It was raining very heavily….
Without a jerkin or rain coat took my bike and headed to my home…
Managed to a extent and was driving..
Reached half way and as the down pour was very heavy..it was like needle piercing through the skin..
Had to stop my bike, and rushed to a nearby platform..
It was my shelter for few minutes..
As the intensity reduced, took my bike and stared again…
With the thought in my mind – the one which served as a shelter for me for my minutes is the home for many..
Though the heavy down pour stopped, my heart was heavy with this thought…
It was the tears of poor which had given such a heavy downpour..isnt it?