short fiction · 2026-10-19

Rain on Tin

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

A steady patter begins on the corrugated roof, each drop a tiny drumstick striking metal. The rhythm builds, a soft staccato that echoes through the empty attic. Inside, a lone figure sits by a cracked window, listening to the conversation between sky and shelter. The rain sings of distant hills and forgotten promises, while the tin answers with a bright, hollow resonance. As the storm eases, the last drops linger, leaving a quiet hum that vibrates in the bones of the house and the heart of the listener.