Eliana walks outside, the storm beginning to brew. Breezes turn to strong winds, fluttering her brown curls. The sky darkens and birds fly to take shelter, yet Eliana continues to walk to a bench near the lake.

Waves whoosh and crash against the soft sand.

Eliana plays her music, soft lullabies and tones. The music is but a background to the rain that begins to drop from the sky. Thunder rolls with the drums, and rain droplets beat like piano keys.

Quietly Eliana sits in tranquility listening to her lullabies.