Tin

Daylight has darkened into a twilight gloom. Clouds, laden with moisture from the Gulf of Mexico, announce the arrival of tropical storm Bonnie with an initial peck...peck...peck...at my window, followed by a deluge of water from the sky.

I listen to the rain lamenting that I no longer live in my childhood home. I lived in what is commonly called a "trailer" in the southern U.S. A source of embarrassment because schoolmates often teased me for living in a cracker box, my trailer home had one quality that I will never forget: a tin roof.

tornado warning –
lulled to sleep
by a steady rain

Modern Haiku Volume 36.1 Winter-Spring 2005

–Curtis Dunlap

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