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.