The rain is falling softly from the darkened night sky above, beating out a steady rhythm as the drops gently splash on the ground. The night air continues to cool and replaces the stuffy warm air of the day. The crickets repeat their trills and the frogs hop their way across the lawn. The moths and small insects are drawn to the light that escapes my living room blinds, hanging on the screen as if waiting for the barrier to magically disappear. The apartment itself is quiet and still, and the only sound that can be heard is the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock. Even the refrigerator is dormant as the compressor waits to be called into action.