Rain
A soft breeze. The pitter patter of rain. The endless nights. This is what made the world beautiful. She could see it. All that was needed was the bell to ring gloriously through the land. It would prove to all the others that she wasn't crazy and that the world still held beauty. She loved how the rain made song of its own with its different sounds and rhythms. One day she would make a bell that would ring as clear and as beautiful as rain. She could feel it as the wind stirred her hair. That day was coming.