I have a set of bamboo chimes sent to me by a friend when she lived in Guam. I can't even remember when she sent them anymore and I love the sound of them in our northwest storms. Several of the chimes have long split or cracked down some if not most of their length.
They hang sheltered from the strongest winds from the north in cold winter storms and from the southeast in fall and spring rain storms, but now days, they're less chimes than objects bumping into each other in the night. I'd replace them but they've survived so long, they're kinda' cool to hear.
Sometimes it's not the quality of the sound that matters, but just the sound itself, weathered and unique.