It's one of my favorite childhood memories. My grandparents had a tin roof in Wisconsin and the sound of rain would lull me to sleep.
The building next door is under piecemeal construction of concrete and rebar. The latest installment was doing a finishing layer to the second floor. The owner then immediately built a zinc shanty on top. I now get to listen rain on zinc. (As well as a Turkey to wake me up in the morning).
then you know exactly what i mean. city folk who lived under concrete roofs will not understand..