A dousingly delicious account of the effects of rain, verdancy-pouring, sky-tumbling life. I write this as the winter cloud cover empties its freshness into an already soaked ground, replenishing aquifers.
In the glorious reaction of the sunshine after the downpour, with its moist warm smells, bespanglement of greenery, and inspiriting touch of rain-washed air, the parks and palaces of the imagination glowed with a livelier iris, and their blurred beauties shone out again with fresh blush and palpitation.
See another such lush rain-praise.
Source: Kenneth Grahame, Dream Days, illus. by Maxfield Parrish (Edin.: Paul Harris Publishing, 1983), p. 65
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