Under my tin roof

I fondly remember,

When I was a kid

Listening to the rain

While in my featherbed.

With Lightning flashING,

AndThunder rolling

Me, Relaxing in bed,

With fireplace roaring

As the rain fell,

I felt proof

That all was well

Under my tin roof.

Tree limbs blowing

Against my window.

Rain drops falling,

In perfect Tempo.

A strong wind,

Blows through the trees,

Then settles to a soft

And gentle breeze.

The rain stops falling,

Giving further proof,

That all is well

Under my tin roof.

Willie P. 9/18/22

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October
2022

Better, more relaxing sleep-in rain, lightning and thunder. Great under a tin roof.

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