Cumulus lusted after the Moon.
For centuries, he hid in her shadow –
gazing at her luminescent face,
enthralled by her radiant glow.
One scorching summer, he grew brave –
wiping her moistened brow
and spritzing her with dew.
She murmured her thanks
but kept her distance.
The cloud’s anger grew into a flurry.
Thunder rumbled in his heart.
Lust replaced with fury.
Turbulence shook the air
as Cumulus surrounded her –
begging her to show some care.
The haughty moon laughed at him –
branding him a fool.
She claimed there was no one
worthy of her love and attention
except for the golden sun.
So, shoo, you silly, wispy cloud!
I could never love you.
Cumulus crumpled and drifted away.
Shame injured him deep inside,
and the giant cloud vaporized.
It rained for several days.