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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.