A drip.

It was raining. Grey was the only color the world held that day.

A tick.

Winry sighed. She glanced at the calender, then at the clock. Today. At five.

A drop.

The rain invaded her thoughts, it's monotonus hum was overwhelming.

A tock.

It was only four. The clock seemed to still.

A drip.

A drop.

A tick.

A tock.

Knock, knock.

Winry stood up, running for the door. She flung it open. After only a moment's pause, she flung herself into the arms of her visitor.

A drip.

A drop.

Time stood still, she saw golden eyes.