DPF / Ali

For rain, which we really, really need here, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Rain / by Kazim Ali, b. 1971

Over the echo of the water, I hear a voice saying my name.
No one in the city moves under the quick sightless rain.

The pages of my notebook soak, then curl. I’ve written:
“Yogis opened their mouths for hours to drink the rain.”