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.
