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 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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