Ang.’s Chicken Coop

Yesterday was my Dad’s birthday so I spent some time replaying some of my memories of him. It’s always a fun journey when I do that. A bit sad, too, but mostly fun. So I was remembering yesterday how I hated to be in the machine shed with him during a storm. The rain beating off the metal roofing always scared me. Dad, however, loved the sound. I would spend my time during the storm covering my ears and following Dad around because I was scared. Dad would merely get happy and maybe turn the radio up a bit louder. I can still see him working in the shop with a grin because of the sound the rain was making. That love for the sound of rain on a metal roof never went away. My parents bought a house with a small enclosed porch with a metal roof when they moved off the farm. You could always find Dad sitting in the porch when it rained. He would simply sit in the glider and enjoy the sound. I sat with him several times and we rarely talked. We just enjoyed the sound while lost in our own thoughts. Happy Birthday, Dad.