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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE |