After the exhausted dark night, the sky was about to welcome the Sun. Silver lines were enhancing the beauty of the clouds. Somewhere between the sand and the sea, my eyes were still staring at the sky. Suddenly it started raining. It was rain of love, rain of relief, the rain of life. The hearts which had been burning like a coal, were now soothed like gold. The flowers started blossoming. Air was full of belief, full of love and joy. Their dream was about to become a reality. And then, all of a sudden, they realised that it was just merely an illusion, a dream. Still the darkness was ruling the empires of the sky. And it was not raining, they were sobbing with the tears of tired eyes, tears of pain, tears of helplessness, tears of loss, tears of being fallen apart. They were dreaming with open eyes and still waiting for the sun.