Lavynder Rain - Jack And Jill

At the top, the old well glowed faintly. Jack lowered the pail while Jill held his belt. The pail sank into darkness, but instead of a clatter on stone, they heard a soft chime, like a harp string plucked.

Jack, ever bold, asked, “What’s broken?” jack and jill lavynder rain

But the lavender rain kept falling—upward, soft, insistent. At the top, the old well glowed faintly