As for What the Rain Can Do
wash me in blossoms yet to come
lift my boat
flood the rice fields where the egret lands
complex math
rinse off a bench
turn on a dime
give you something to think about
feed an aspiring stream
tell you by thunder it’s coming
stand you up
play a little music on the rooftop
get a body good and wet
open the golden tulips
mix us a drink
—D. A. Powell
—found in The Paris Review (Fall 2023, #245)