Maybe he was having conflict with Hera. Maybe Apollo or Athena or Artemis accidentally attempted to rain art or astuteness or animals down upon Earth, respectively.
Maybe he drank too much wine.
Whatever the reason is, it's quite a light show.
There are no stars, only the chemiluminescence on my shirt and my shorts that were poured upon me by intoxicated partiers who thought it would be entertaining to shower the combination of peroxide and phenyl oxalate ester upon the party guests.
A map of the universe is splattered across my hands.
It's as if Zeus threw away the sky, in an inebriated gesture, and it landed around me.
Cronus should have swallowed the father of gods and of men whole.