It’s raining this morning.
I like the sound of rain on the roof when there is nothing else to hear but the hum of the refrigerator, and the house is quiet.  Many would never notice the hum of a refrigerator, but it’s always there, it’s like cicadas that make sure nights are never silent.  Also there are the sounds of the refrigerator breathing, as temperature fluctuations, so slight, cause little creaks and moans, barely perceptible, because they are always there. Like the rustle of tiny lizards moving in the leaves, quick, then quiet, avoiding what they do not know, going where they do not know, just living.  Surviving as a species… as we are of course in the quiet of our homes, safe.  And the raindrops tickle lightly the roof overhead, never finding my head, my arms my body… safely listening from a distance.