I was roaming about with pensive mood
In the rain bathed meadow;
A sweet smell of sun soaked earth
Filled my heart with supreme joys.
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The...joy...of...first...rain...of....the...season...nicely...captured: The earth seemed to me Like a violin ringing my heart's lyre.