When the storm in your eye,
bends the marbled surface,
and rains fury on what beneath,
might be nothing but hot air,

remember Jupiter,

the majestic, heavenly titan,
failed to become a star.
No matter how hot his fury swells,
he remains a magnitude less than the Sun.

Remember Jupiter,

the jolly, red giant,
making enough light of his anger,
to glow while farther than the sun,
without being a star,
and his time being not nearly so different,
from yours.