After a day of heat and humidity, the first distant thunder rolls over Abuja's savanna like a slow exhale — the deep rumble grounds restless thoughts into a single quiet point. It doesn't demand attention; it holds the night open, creating space where the mind can finally soften. Above the storm, starlight finds the gaps between clouds, and the world feels ancient, held, and safe. This is the sound of setting everything down — of resting in the eye of a storm that means no harm.