Shhhh... I'm listening to the rain falling outside my window. It doesn't rain here very often and, you see, I can hear things outside. My house isn't all shut up and squeezed in like houses in the USA. My slatted venetian wooden windows don't even really totally close. Sometimes some of the rain drops hit just right and come splattering in.
Shhhh... I hear the dogs getting readjusted to sleep in dry spots for the night.
Shhhh... I hear the boys resting comfortably and their fan gently blowing.
Shhhh... Good night!