When it Rained

When it rained worldwide for weeks
the stars, abuzz with secrets,
spun over quilted cloud cover
and danced in sly, celestial delight -
free from earthlings' staring,
wishing, gazing, ever-loving eyes,
the stars were feeling rather sunny.

When global storms conglomerated
the moon, half dark, exhausted,
lay limp in cool and ragged rays
and slept on a soft mattress orbit -
hidden from the planet's probing,
crazy, howling, lover explorations,
the moon was almost down-to-earth.

When tempests lingered all around
the sun, unseen and unrestricted,
gave voice to operatic aria and hymn
and shone ecstatic beams of song -
needed not (for now) for heating,
lighting, shining, ever-growing life,
the sun fulfilled fantasies of stardom.