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    The poem describes the experience of walking in the rain. It depicts the sky filling with thick strokes of ink-like rain and the speaker pretending to seek shelter but wanting more rain. As the rain falls heavily, the speaker hears their name called out but sees no one else in the empty, rain-filled city. The rain soaks the speaker's notebook and curls its pages as the speaker writes about yogis drinking rain for hours. The sky and window tremble as liquid glass might shatter into rain. The speaker feels like a dark bowl waiting to be filled and fears they could drown if opening their mouth in the heavy rain. The speaker hurries home as if someone waits for them, with the night coll

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    The poem describes the experience of walking in the rain. It depicts the sky filling with thick strokes of ink-like rain and the speaker pretending to seek shelter but wanting more rain. As the rain falls heavily, the speaker hears their name called out but sees no one else in the empty, rain-filled city. The rain soaks the speaker's notebook and curls its pages as the speaker writes about yogis drinking rain for hours. The sky and window tremble as liquid glass might shatter into rain. The speaker feels like a dark bowl waiting to be filled and fears they could drown if opening their mouth in the heavy rain. The speaker hurries home as if someone waits for them, with the night coll

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    The poem describes the experience of walking in the rain. It depicts the sky filling with thick strokes of ink-like rain and the speaker pretending to seek shelter but wanting more rain. As the rain falls heavily, the speaker hears their name called out but sees no one else in the empty, rain-filled city. The rain soaks the speaker's notebook and curls its pages as the speaker writes about yogis drinking rain for hours. The sky and window tremble as liquid glass might shatter into rain. The speaker feels like a dark bowl waiting to be filled and fears they could drown if opening their mouth in the heavy rain. The speaker hurries home as if someone waits for them, with the night coll

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    The poem describes the experience of walking in the rain. It depicts the sky filling with thick strokes of ink-like rain and the speaker pretending to seek shelter but wanting more rain. As the rain falls heavily, the speaker hears their name called out but sees no one else in the empty, rain-filled city. The rain soaks the speaker's notebook and curls its pages as the speaker writes about yogis drinking rain for hours. The sky and window tremble as liquid glass might shatter into rain. The speaker feels like a dark bowl waiting to be filled and fears they could drown if opening their mouth in the heavy rain. The speaker hurries home as if someone waits for them, with the night coll

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    Rain

    BY KA Z I M A L I

    With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.


    Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.

    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.”

    The sky is a bowl of dark water, rinsing your face.


    The window trembles; liquid glass could shatter into rain.

    I am a dark bowl, waiting to be filled.


    If I open my mouth now, I could drown in the rain.

    I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.


    The night collapses into your skin. I am the rain.

    Kazim Ali, "Rain" from The Far Mosque . Copyright © 2005 by Kazim Ali. Reprinted by permission of Alice James Books.

    Source: The Far Mosque (Alice James Books, 2005)

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