"Tonight, the sound of rain falling fills the night."

The night sky has fallen, cloaking the world in deep silence. Everything is still, except for the gentle sound of rain falling—softly tapping on the rooftop, the windowpane, and the leaves outside. The raindrops fall slowly, not in a rush, as if whispering secrets to the night. The listener does nothing, just quietly lies there, letting the sound of rain seep into every corner of their soul. It stirs old memories—perhaps a distant love, a nameless sadness, or simply the quiet ache of loneliness in the middle of the night. The sound of rain at night is more than nature’s voice; it’s a tender melody for a silent heart.