Blog by Tani Dhiman | Digital Diary

When the humid shadow hover all the starry spheres . And the melancholy darkness , gently weeps in rainy tears what is 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 heart and a thousand dreamy fancies into busy being start and thoudand recollection we ever there air theads into woof of the rain upon thr roof . Now the memory comes my mother as she used in years again to regard the darling dreamers Ere she left them till on dawn . O! I feel her fond look on me as I list to this refrain  which is played upon the shingies . By the patter of the rain.