My list of nice sounds:
Wind howling in a big snow.
A little kid’s laugh.
Skate blades on cold winter ice.
Rain as it moves across a corn field toward the house.
A kitten’s purr.
Slow steady rain.
Old men telling stories.
Sheets snapping in the breeze.
The furnace coming on as soon as you shiver.
A song bringing a good memory.
Turning book pages.
Porch swing creaking.
Screen door slamming.
The hymn “It is Well With My Soul.”
Horses talking at night.
When you can hear a smile in someone’s voice.
Big kids telling their family “I love you.”
Shovel slicing soil.
Delta Queen’s paddle wheel.
Imperfections on a vinyl record.
House full of family.
Cows calming their calves.
A clock ticking.
Message from a grandchild just to say “Hi.”
My list of not-so-nice sounds:
People in the path should immediately take cover.
Squish of cow pie.
A large limb breaking.
Dogs barking at the moon.
Police, ambulance and fire sirens at your house.
Screeching breaks from the car behind you.
A lawn mower that won’t start.
Something exploding in the microwave.
Mommy/Daddy, my tummy hurts.
The phone ringing at 3:00 am.
Cicadas after the novilty wears off.
Hospital night sounds.
Rushing flood waters.
Fire and brimstone (Threw this one in to take it to another level of morose.)
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns,
or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
Abraham Lincoln knew sounds.