Sounds of Easter night

On Easter Sunday night it rained very heavily.  I was lying in bed listening to the sounds of the countryside.  This is what I heard at about 9:30pm.

Ostinato crickets setting the framework rhythm.
Frogs softly join with a jazzy cross rhythm.
A steady drip, drip, drip from the downpipe adds its layer.
A lone frog, closer to home ribbits for two bars in a sonorous baritone.
Then stops.
In the far distance a vehicle can be heard finding its way on a sodden dirt road.
Almost imperceptible is a high, light sound that might be beetles walking on the wet grass.
A weatherboard in the wall behind the bed creaks, taps once.
The thunder has stopped.
A tenor frog adds an ornament - a samba - then stops.
These are the sounds of the night.
These are the sounds of night time on the land.
After the rain.