Leaves, the leaves of the trees and bushes rustling.
Sometimes it is light and cheery, and sometimes it is just frantic.
Cockerels crowing from all different directions of the neighborhood.
Sometimes in unison, sometimes just randomly.
A radio playing.
A heavy bucket being dragged across the ground.
Water splashing.
A broom vigorously sweeping.
A hammer banging.
An old rusty truck reversing.
The creaky sound of its behind lifting.
Sand pouring.
The angry hooting of cars and boda bodas from the road on the hill across.
Thunder rumbling from behind the hills warning us that a great downpour is coming.
A helicopter flying.
After a while the cleansing sound of dainty rain drops falling begins.
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