A memory long forgotten.
Buried deep in memories pain.
came rushing from the heavens
With the first of the springtime rain

We sheltered in the woodlands
To watch the storm go by.
We kissed beneath the rolling thunder
and the lightening in the sky.

Our blood rose with the thunder.
Your eyes were wild and bright.
They said much more than poetry
On that stormy springtime night

I thought I had forgotten
But memory floods it back again.
Every time I hear the thunder
Or feel the kiss of springtime rain.