It’s raining out. I can see the lightning out my window and the thunder sounds like an angry grumbling. I love thunder. It’s both menacing and comforting at the same time. And then the rain comes. Hammering my air conditioner as it sticks out beyond the building. It’s poetic. Like a symphony. I could listen to it for hours. This is my favorite sound. I’m going to turn off all the lights and just listen.