Sara Teasdale

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.