Spring rain
I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
Tonight 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.
~ Sara Teasdale
Beautiful! We just had our first rain in a long while this past night. LOVE listening to the rain at night! 🙂 Have a great day Jackie!
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Looks and “sounds” luscious!
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nice..
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love this,
your words flow is divine.
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You captured a moment in time like the clearest photograph or a master’s painting.
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stunning photo
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It is nice isn’t it – unfortunately not mine 😦
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