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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Sara Teasdale's poem Spring Rain

2 Comments

  1. Shellin says:

    Although the memory has faded, this little piece of poem recalls the day, the pouring rain, the splendid lightning, and two lovers standed on the balcony, beside the windows, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder.
    yeah, I know it’s still a wonderful night, but now I feel nothing sweet. nothing.

  2. Janet Webster says:

    Very inspiring. Please direct my interest to find out more about poet to poet. there was a moment in my life that was brought back to me through your poem.
    Am a song writer and want to talk .

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