The winds howled in fury. The thunder cracked its electric whip. The trees whispered angrily amongst themselves in a language only they could understand, and amidst all of the brewing chaos was a small girl of 11, singing through the bullets of rain.
Her voice was clear, however muffled by the storm, and fresh. She sang sadly, and it was as if she was telling a story that only she had experienced. The tune was beautiful enough to send shivers down your spine, yet the story beneath the lyrics weighed down on your heart even if you were only listening. She sang and sang like she'd been doing it her whole life with talent good enough to win her any award she wished. The words that escaped from her pink, chapped lips almost drew you in for more, and they were completely and entirely her own.
Her dark, pine green eyes scanned the park before her curiously. Her lips moved mindlessly, not even thinking about the words she sang, and her long, chestnut brown hair reached down to the middle of her back.
And despite all of her beauty, all of her talent, she was still alone. Forever and indefinitely.
Alone.