An Old Tin Roof And A Country Boy

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There ain’t nothen’, well, almost nothen’, that I would rather hear than rain fallin’ on a tin roof. When I was just a pup growin’ up in my Papaw and Mamaw’s house with my uncle, aunt, and mom, there was a tin roof on the house for quite a few years before we put a shingle roof on it.

Manys a night I been layin’ there, summer heat makin’ my room like an oven, window wide open, prayin’ for a cool breeze to find it’s way across me when suddenly I hear the unmistakeable sound of raindrops slowly startin’ to hit the roof.

I’m not talkin’ about them itty bitty raindrops neither, I’m talkin’ about them gollywhoopers that kinda sting a little when they hit ya.  It would start out slow like I said and gradually get harder and louder, sometimes it’d  hit all of a sudden like, just a few at first them WHAM! A downpour.

However it started was just fine with me, and the longer it lasted, the better I liked it, ‘specially if it was a thunderstorm. If you ain’t ever heard a thunderstorm in the mountains, you’re really missin’ somethin’. The thunder bounces off the mountains and ya think it ain’t ever gonna let up, ‘specially if it’s rollin’ thunder.

Yeah boy, I’d lay there and just listen to the rhythm of the rain hittin’ that ‘ole tin roof and the thunder bouncin’ around just havin’ a big ‘ole time.

The house didn’t have a gutter on my room and the rain would just pour off and hit the ground and that made a sound all to itself. Kinda like them big water fountains that dribble down several layers, but a lot louder. My window was on the downslope of the roof too, so that made it that much louder, almost like I was outside, just layin’ there right beside it.

After a few minutes it’d kinda slack off a little bit and that’s when the breeze would start. I was lucky ’cause the wind usually came from the direction my window was facin’, and I would get the whole thing. We had big windows back in them days.

By this time the rain had slacked off quite a bit but was still comin’ down hard enough to make that beautiful sound and I would drift off to sleep with the symphony of raindrops on a tin roof, thunder rollin’ easy across the sky and a cool summer nights breeze gently caressin’ my body.

And life was good.

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4 comments on “An Old Tin Roof And A Country Boy
  1. As a friend of mine would say: “Rain… it is.the gentlest kind of aggression”
    ~~dru~~

  2. Pepper says:

    Thank you, THB! I too lived in a house my grandpa built with his own hands that had an ole tin roof. To this day, it holds my fondest memories. 🙂

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