Like Rain on a Tin Roof

It seems like a lifetime of memories ago
          (Or was it just yesterday?)
Climbing the hayloft of Aunt Minnie’s barn,
          Thoughtlessly frittering summer away.
 
Cousins can make the most wonderful playmates,
No expectations,
          No rules to obey,
Nothing to bridle our imagination we’re off
Slaying dragons in lands far away.
 
Balancing carelessly,
          Swinging from rafters
High above canyons and mountains of hay.
Bland disregard for the foul unmucked stables.
Nothing and no one to shatter our day.
 
Caught in a summer storm
          Play turns to silence as
Raindrops drum tunes in our hushed cabaret.
From gentle tap tapping
          To kettle drum riots
The old tin roof hammers its brash timpani.
 
Never more frightened.
          Never more safe.
Cozy and tight in our bright hideaway.
Constant and steady
          Like rain on a tin roof,
Content with tomorrow.
          Alive in today.

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