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I'm such a strug, I just posted this under another story contest.

In the evening, the somber blanket of clouds, like a vaulted dome over the earth, had collapsed, leaving the ceiling pocked with holes. Through one such aperture hanging just above the distant horizon, the golden orb of the sun had pushed, poked, and peered its shining head out to perform its nightly ritual - laying its head upon the great pillow of earth. As it lowered to the soft, splashing sea, it shook its shimmering mane casting its rays into the dispersing clouds. The menagerie of clouds in their plethora of shapes and forms scintillated, basking in the glow of the dying sun. And, they began to dance. The empyrean eve was the ballroom of the cloud-creatures bouncing and prancing and twirling illuminated by the phantasmal colors of the sunset. In an amorphous dance, the iridescent wisps flipped and flitted, melting their forms in perpetual unpredictable motion. The sun was the rhythm-beat, bursting with fire, throbbing as the opalescent dancers stepped, marched, and trotted to the time. He, the shining, was the life of the party, animating the gaseous gallopers; thus when He died, with His last breath of brilliance, the revelry, the merriment, the celebration - stopped.