The whistling of the wind.
The rustling of the leaves.
The lowing of the cattle.
The chirping of the crickets.
The roaring of cars on the distant highway.
The patter of Daisy’s paws.
The thumping of the music from inside the house.
The clicking of the keyboard.
Those are the sounds of the night on our back porch.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
Garry, cochlear implant working, can actually hear some of these sounds.