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When the sky is covered with the dark cloud and starts raining,have you ever listen to the pattern of the soft rain on the roof?What thoughts flashed through your mind as you heard this melody of nature? Read the poem to find out what the poet dreamed of while listening to rain.🌧️


When the humid shadow h
Over all the starry spheres
And the melancholy darkness
Gently weeps in rainy tears,
What a bliss to press the pillow
Of a cottage-chamber bed
And lie listening to the patter
Of the soft rain overhead!

Every tinkle on the shingles
Has an echo in the hearts;
And a thousand dreamy fancies
Into busy being start,
And a thousand recollections
Weave their air-threads into woof,
As I listen to the patter
Of the rain upon the roof.

Now in memory comes my mother,
As she used in year agone,
To regred the darling dreamers
Ere she left them till the dawn:
O! I feel her fond look on me
As I list to this refrain
Which is played upon the shingles
By the patter of the rain.

@Rupinder1075

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