Even though yesterday was the first day of summer, the weather makes it seem like we’ve rolled right back into spring. Rainy days, with so-so temperatures. So, I went looking for a rainy day poem. And I found one. This is the third poem by Sara Teasdale that I’m posting here so you might as well call me a stan. I just love her lyrical voice and the images she conjures. She turns a rainy day into an intimate moment that – honestly – gave me chills. What more could you ask for?
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.
Sara Teasdale
Alix in Wonderland 