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.
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.”
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