Rain

Last night at 11, Blake and I were in bed, watching TV. He got up to go to downstairs, but just before he shut the door behind him, he turned around and said quietly,
"Come here, can you hear it?"
"Can I hear what?"
"Can you hear it raining?"

So I got up and we went into the non-AC, non-TV room and listened to the rain for a few minutes. The cars went by and made splashing noises. The room was completely dark. I like being married.