DPF / Pavese

For rain, rain, rain which hides its face from us, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Cats Will Know / by Cesare Pavese, translated by Geoffrey Brock

Rain will fall again
on your smooth pavement,
a light rain like
a breath or a step.
The breeze and the dawn
will flourish again
when you return,
as if beneath your step.
Between flowers and sills
the cats will know.

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.”