Childhood Autumn Noises

I remember watching the sound of the rain in Autumn, and how it hit the ground making a such quiet landing after falling so far. My lamp kept me company, whispering light into my ear, telling me she'll keep me unafraid when it's dark at night. As I rearrange my desk, the phone rings, and I'm pulled away from clicking the pens to see if they still worked and the thud in the trash can of those rejected. The old dishwasher runs, loudly churning?so much louder than the rain landing or my lamp's simple words.