The raindrops were like a symphony, drumming on the window with a steady beat, as if trying to keep time with the clock, tick-ticking away, never missing a beat.

Time is a fickle friend, passing quickly when we want it to slow, dragging on when we wish it would fly, testing the limits of our endurance.

But amidst the rain and the ticking clock, there was a song that played, a melody that spoke to the heart, making the beauty and sadness almost interchangeable.

For in the midst of sorrow, there is often a beauty that shines through, a glimmer of hope in the darkness, A reminder that life is a mix of joy and pain.

And so the raindrops drummed on, the clock tick-ticked away, and the song played on, a reminder that even in the midst of it all, there is beauty to be found.

© Beatriz Esmer