I thought I had forgotten, <br />But it all came back again <br />To-night with the first spring thunder <br />In a rush of rain. <br /> <br />I remembered a darkened doorway <br />Where we stood while the storm swept by, <br />Thunder gripping the earth <br />And lightning scrawled on the sky. <br /> <br />The passing motor busses swayed, <br />For the street was a river of rain, <br />Lashed into little golden waves <br />In the lamp light's stain. <br /> <br />With the wild spring rain and thunder <br />My heart was wild and gay; <br />Your eyes said more to me that night <br />Than your lips would ever say. . . . <br /> <br />I thought I had forgotten, <br />But it all came back again <br />To-night with the first spring thunder <br />In a rush of rain.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-rain-3/
