Starry Rain

A starry night is a gift. The stars and the moon would interest a selenophile. A selenophile would sit back and ponder over the beauty of the moon and the stars. The sky was like a black blanket with no mosquitoes sticking on it. The moon was a pudding bowl with the pores in it. The blanket had glitters spread over. They were called stars. The luster is retained. In fraction of a second, the clouds enveloped the pudding. The blanket struggled. The stars came out and went as giant lightening. The moon and sky fought making noises of high decibels. Suddenly, the moon wept and complained as his teardrops hit the selenophile but the latter paid no attention and went in. The selenophile missed the moon but he did not miss his meal because a farmer somewhere enjoyed the perks of the rain.