Janie...as a kid growing up in North Carolina,some of my fondest memories were of listening to the rain at night beat down on the Tin roofs of our mill home...(my dad worked for the local cotton mill at the time)
there was nothing else like it...it was like listening to music or my mom singing a song to us before bedtime...
sometimes the thuderstorms were not as much of a treat to listen to,but when those all night steady rains or showers came through,life was great then! sure miss the sound that put me to sleep like a melody!
tar...(winston-salem,n.c..)