Spring Rain

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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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.

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