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shining after the rain,
 * The sun bursts the clouds asunder,
 * And the hollow-rumbling thunder

Groans like a loaded wain
 * As, deep in the Grampians yonder,

He grumbles now and again.

Whenever the breezes shiver The leaves where the rain-drops quiver,
 * Each bough and bush and brier
 * Breaks into living fire,

Till every tree is bright With blossom bursts of light.