The spring rain came down last night.
Every growing thing was washed clean and shouted with delight as the grey sky arched overhead.
I filled my lungs with the freshness of that intoxicating air and walked along the well worn path.
There’s a meadow where the balsom blooms so brightly yellow it almost hurts to look at.
The lupin, as a blue refrain, blooms nestled between.
I stopped in stunned pleasure at the sight and breathed in the washed sage smell.
Then, as if the world overflowed with joy, the meadow larks sang.
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