tin_roof mcdougall Tin roofs last forever. The sound of rain upon them makes, for all to hear, a relaxing sleep serenade. If I had one to listen to I would lay in my bed, all night long with you. During these rain filled days, we play out in the rain. The rain comes and there is only you. You and me with our sticky clothe cover clinging to our bodies, making a second skin, strong and slick. Now it is just you and I, and now I don’t know what to say, and it’s supposed to rain today, and we’ll both go out and play, and I’ll hide my feelings deep, deep away 030622 what's it to you? who go blather from