Light rain drizzles steadily through green leaves, its quiet percussion softening the edges of morning thoughts. A distant thunder rolls like a sleeping giant turning in its sleep, grounding scattered worries into stillness. The gentle tap of bamboo water knockers marks time like breath between dreams, pulling the listener into a warm, half-lit hush where sleep lingers just behind closed eyes. This is the calm that settles after restless hours — soft, warm, and threaded with peace.