When I was a boy we never had a tin metal roof;
The rain never sang to us.
But she had a tin metal roof,
And she loved to listen to the tumultuous songs of the rain on that corrugated tin.
When I was learning to love her, I would listen to the songs on that tin metal roof.
At that time they sang a song of love.
They told me the story of this woman.
What she was and would be.
The rain and roof played an adoring calamity of this girl.
There are so many people that fall in love.
They fall in love because they have been told how by others.
I fell in love because the rain and a tin metal roof told me how.
I have known many others;
None as persuasive or honest as tin and rains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem