Rain on a tin roof

Over the course of my teens and early twenties, I lived on occasion with a couple out in Stokesdale. Their Frankenstein's monster of a house included a big section that was built pre-Civil War while the rest, including the kitchen, were added on piecemeal over the course of the intervening century. The roof over the bedroom I often inhabited was tin; sometimes I would drive all the way out there in a storm, just to lay in that room and hear the rain drops play the roof...