Rain on a Tin Roof
When the skies open their vault
Spilling forth the purest gems
When the heavens moved to tears
Bestow their blessings down below
When the chirping bird grows silent
At the grumbling of the clouds
When the wolf delays his hunt
In respect for nature’s throes
When the earth opens its throat
To relieve its parching thirst
When rivers, streams, and lakes
Prepare their boundaries to burst
Then in glorious anticipation
We await the coming scene
Eagerly we listen
For the first momentous drop
The stormy symphony approaches
So we settle in repose
Under the roof we gather
To enjoy the coming fete
Grab and chair and close your eyes
Mother Nature has prepared a score
Pit pat pitter patter tis the opening melody
The drummer testing his beat
Ho! Now tempo it increases
Volume crescendos even more
From a drumming to a thrumming
Then on and on to a deafening roar!
It’s a soothing cacophony
Drowning out all other sound
Music normally soft and quiet
How our tin does amplify!
Draws the harmonies of raindrops
Closer to the human mind
Under its protection
We hear the pounding magnified
Safe from nature’s fury
Beneath this hood none feel the icy blows
Here we enjoy a peaceful respite
Listening to the raging of the wind and sky
Oh and how it soothes the soul
To commune with nature thus
To be privy to her song
To hear the secrets of her voice
In the presence of a power
That is mightier than we
The soul does pause to listen
And the mind retires at ease
Thus in perfect relaxation
We attend with loving ear
To the rain upon our rooftop
May all come and hear