Rain of whatever intensity; the sound of waves from the sea; a flute well played; the wind in the branches of a tree; humpback whales; the laughter of my friends and family.
The sound of the wind in the trees in summer, the sound of a fire crackling when she is in my arms.
The sound of Norah Jones' voice. The sound of my oiled hands running up and down her body as I massage her.
The sounds of the camp fire on a camping trip. I can go on like this for a life time.
The ceiling fan on the lowest setting, the sound of everyone else's breaths/snores once the household is fast asleep, a smoldering fire that's about to die out, crickets and cicadas chirping as the summer breeze comes through an open window.
Good point, Your Royal Spriteness...but, only if it was out-going gunfire, not incoming. ;)
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Crickets at night.
Rain at night but not a thunder storm.
Waves crashing on the beach.
A crackling fire.
Blasting black powder guns.
My wife laughing out of control.
The deafening roar when the Dawgs score a touchdown in Sanford Stadium.
The near absolute quiet with just barely a water trickle when sailboating on the lake.
Blues music.
Boot kickin' fiddle & steel guitar real country music.
The soft sizzle of mountain trout in a frying pan.
Listening to your loved ones sleeping, that snuffling sound that really young babies make, the purr of my cat when pressed right up against my ear, anything to do with water (the beach, rain, bathing), the fan at night, and the sounds of camping (distant hushed voices, crackles from the fire, branches breaking from small critters, crickets, owls, and then the morning birdsong), the sound of my love's voice, especially after intense loving and I'm drifting in subspace.