Rain on a Tin Roof

As I lay in bed tonight listening to the rain on the tin roof above my head kind of appeases my senses.

In the early morning and later in the late this afternoon it rained, no it poured and I found myself at work with my Vespa. No I am not afraid of getting wet, it is the other drivers and the lightning which I can’t control, that bother me.

I send a prayer up towards the heavens and the rain stops. Stops just for a while so that I could make it safely home while lunatic drivers race on wet roads.

And now as the rain continues falling on the corrugated iron roof of my cottage, I find myself safe in my warm bed the thoughts of the day quickly fade.