Spring Rain - 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.











With the Night - Jeanie Thompson

Rain has washed the pollen all day – it coats everything
and in the arc light on the deck it glows lime green as kelp.
I’m liking my boots in the puddles at night
when everything is opalescent and moist, the edges
fuzzy, my ass sexy in these too-tight jeans
but no one sees under my rain slicker.
When I reach the magnolia towering in the neighbor’s front yard
I stop, listening for the raindrops firing down.
I barely get wet standing here so I drop
my hood back and look up, up into the mandala of branches
forking and reforking against the night sky. In one-point
concentration I let her take me in – the vaginal pop
and pop of the raindrops down through her leaves bigger than my hands.
I’m alive in this spring night, with all my joints loosening,
dazed, remembering happiness.
Let the rain streak these glasses, I love this night, love my body
catching up and what pulls me forward, says watch your step,
woman, spring wants you, wants you, wants you.












Spring Rain - Don Iannone

throughout the night
gentle rain
fell softly
washing away
all troubled memories
by morning
nothing was left
to remember or forget
not even the rain survived
what it had washed away