Thursday, April 02, 2015

The First Spring Rain...


Rainstorm in Union Square by Childe Hassam, 1890

This morning was the first rain storm of Spring. I heard it begin to rumble in the West and within minutes rain was pouring down on this old house of mine. It was such a lovely sound with the pelting rain and the thunder. I used this poem last night at the Cherry Blossom Festival so I wanted to share it with you tonight as well. Enjoy. 

Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale

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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