Between the rain and the dew you'll mine your salt.
Ordinarily a Jesus shouter receives the opposite of a response. The crowd is embarrassed, annoyed, in a hurry anyway. This actually reinforces the Jesus shouter's phatic intent; the proselytizing is an excuse and the crowd is a distraction.
Today, the shouter got off a particularly resonant line ("EVEN A BLIND MAN CAN FEEL THERE'S A CHANGE IN THE ATMOSPHERE") and the crowd, like a hit dog, barked to concur. A change in the atmosphere. Can you "feel" it?
Naturally, this threw the shouter off his rhythm so he repeated the line with a weak variation, and now even the blind man can SMELL the change. And you wonder whether it smells like acetone or like the uncanny stink of St. Lidwina's gangrenous flesh, worth noting in either event. A change in the atmosphere.