The sky hung heavy with dark clouds as the sun sank below the horizon. Trees swayed gently to the soft, wet wind's tune. There, I stood, awaiting the appearance of the first star, ready to cast a wish into the evening.
Throughout the day, rain had persisted, saturating the air with the scent of earth. Leaves turned shy and gentle, and the wet air waltzed to the wind's brisk and chilly melody.
As night claimed its dominion, the moon ascended over the hill, accompanied by the chorus of frogs commencing their croaking symphony. I had witnessed countless evenings transition into nights, yet never truly listened.
Now, I tuned in to the soothing patter of the rain, the earth's contented sigh, and the harmonious interplay of wind and silence. In these moments, I embraced my soul with the profound serenity of the night as I listened to the voices going blank...
