She opened her eyes in a worried manner as she had just visualised a dream. It was calm everywhere. The leaves were silent, the birds chirped in a soft tone, the flowers bloomed slowly. Spring had marked its beginning. The storm envied the spring. It could not behold the beauty that spring carried with itself. The storm made its terrifying entry, the one which engulfed all leaves and birds alike. In the storm, she saw him, trapped, helpless and moving away from her. She wanted the storm to stop, but nothing was in her control. Like the flowing sand, everything got shattered. She had seen it, yet remained helpless, for, it was not a dream that she saw, but a nightmare.