Right now it's about 105 degrees in Arizona and we've only had one measly rainfall this summer. It's ugly hot. When my thoughts turn to rain, they also turn to my childhood summers spent at the cabin above. The cabin has a metal roof and as kids we always wondered if it would rain when we visited and prayed it would. Being raised in Phoenix, rain was a scarce and welcome commodity. There aren't many better sounds to me than the sound of rain on a metal roof, a cheap, small blessing and one of my favorite yet simplest childhood memories.
