I lay awake at night listening to the sounds of darkness. The rain watering the flower bed beneath my bedroom window. The fan is noisy as it pushes muggy air around the room. The light of the moon is silent as it slips through the blinds. Reaching the far wall to leave it’s light. My thoughts are on my prayers to God. Wondering does He hear. Will He answer my prayers. Is there something I am doing that is amiss. I know the truth. He hears and He answers. Listening to the rain gives me hope. It is just a soft patter hitting the ground. Somehow this brings me peace, this sound. This smell of clean….fresh…. new….