Under a starlit dusk above Mzuzu, the mountains cradle the first soft sheets of rain while distant thunder murmurs like a remembered drum. Rain 1-a rests heavily on broad leaves, mingling with the hush of Wind 2-b threading through bamboo groves. A lone owl calls from the darkening ridge, its voice carrying the weight of solitude that fits a restless sleeper. The steady rhythm of the rain slows the heart, pulling the mind into the quiet lap of night. This is the sound of letting go, wrapped in w