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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