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It's been raining every afternoon and I can hear the drops ping and splatter on top of the window air conditioner outside my bedroom. There is something so cozy and pleasant about that sound.
I was raised in a shack with a tin roof, back in those days when the weather wasn't screwed up like it is now--then we actually had a Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, not all melded into one another like now.
Summer mornings out in the garden patch were as humid and hot as a sauna, but we'd be out in the heat barefoot and hatless, sweating buckets, picking butterbeans and peas and other produce.
Then every afternoon huge boiling thunderheads formed, blue black with rain . It would rain hard, beating down on that tin roof, a sound I love. It would cool things off a little, and by late afternoon the sun would come out again. It was like a jungle. Everything grew lush and green from the heat and rain.
Nowadays , there are long periods of drought and you can't count on rain to come in its season. But when the rains do fall, I wish I had a tin roof overhead.  Susil
