The rain poured heavily outside as Sara sat by her window, watching the drops race down the glass. She loved moments like these, where the world seemed to slow down, and the hustle of life faded into the rhythm of falling rain. In her hand, she held a worn-out book of poetry that had been her mother's.
Each poem felt like a small piece of her mother’s wisdom, left behind for her to discover. She turned to a page where a single line stood out: "In the darkest moments, light yourself with hope."
The line resonated with her because lately, life had felt overwhelming. Work was demanding, and she often felt lost in the routine of it all. But something about the rain, the quiet, and the comfort of her mother’s words gave her a renewed sense of strength.
Sara closed the book, stood up, and opened the window just a crack. The cool air mixed with the scent of rain, filling the room with freshness. She smiled to herself, feeling the weight on her shoulders lighten just a bit.
Tomorrow, she knew, would be better.
The rain poured heavily outside as Sara sat by her window, watching the drops race down the glass. She loved moments like these, where the world seemed to slow down, and the hustle of life faded into the rhythm of falling rain. In her hand, she held a worn-out book of poetry that had been her mother's.
Each poem felt like a small piece of her mother’s wisdom, left behind for her to discover. She turned to a page where a single line stood out: "In the darkest moments, light yourself with hope."
The line resonated with her because lately, life had felt overwhelming. Work was demanding, and she often felt lost in the routine of it all. But something about the rain, the quiet, and the comfort of her mother’s words gave her a renewed sense of strength.
Sara closed the book, stood up, and opened the window just a crack. The cool air mixed with the scent of rain, filling the room with freshness. She smiled to herself, feeling the weight on her shoulders lighten just a bit.
Tomorrow, she knew, would be better.