Poem for Thursday and Rainy Flowers

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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We had rain most of the day Wednesday, which was fine as I had things I actually needed to get done. Plus I had a nice long lunchtime Zoom chat with my high school friends -- everyone made it this week! In the late afternoon, the rain stopped and we went for a walk, which let us see lots of shiny wet spring color, then I went to do a Pokemon raid and the rain started up again and I got drenched. 

 

Wednesday night after dinner (peanut butternut squash stew, which was awesome) it was time for The Masked Singer, in which I'd barely heard of the guy who was unmasked because I'm old, but the new guy in the crab costume is great and Black Swan is great too. Then we caught up on The Flash (better without mirrors, but still meh) and Debris (still interesting and great characterization).