Spring Rain

I THOUGHT I had forgotten,

     But it all came back again

To-night with the first spring thunder

     In a rush of rain.

I remembered a darkened doorway

     Where we stood while the storm swept by,

Thunder gripping the earth

     And lightning scrawled on the sky.

The passing motor busses swayed,

     For the street was a river of rain,

Lashed into little golden waves

     In the lamp light's stain.

With the wild spring rain and thunder

     My heart was wild and gay;

Your eyes said more to me that night

     Than your lips would ever say. . . .

I thought I had forgotten,

     But it all came back again

To-night with the first spring thunder

     In a rush of rain.

Sara Teasdale

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