Clear(ish) Skies Bring New Hope

Just like the ending of the greatest space opera of all time (except for maybe Spaceballs), the flaky sun gives a mix of New Hope and indigestion. I say hope because the golden rays of that magnificent sun warm and destroy those troublesome clouds like a BlasTech DL-44 pistol. Our rebellious sun refused to give in to the persistent and ruling grayness that characterizes this area and chooses to fight instead. This is almost a futile fight however, (cause for the indigestion). Try as the Sun might, our celestial highway is still often blocked fo our viewing pleasure. Why keep the fight going? Well it is the Sun, an inanimate object, so despite an earlier personification it will continue to behave as the massive gas ball it is. Secondly, fellow rebels, the astronomers (both of a professional and backyard variety) must keep that fight going in order to do what they do best: quench their curiosity for the known and unknown alike.