The shadow of the moon danced on the lake.
The waves are impressed by unusual display of camaraderie, as the moon aligns with them.. They desire to unite with the object of their affection.
They go to great lengths – vaporise to meet the sky and find No Moon there. There is only a Sun which helped them vaporize.
“Go back and rain on the world”, says the Sun, the truest friend in the universe. “I will help you meet the Earth again, till lake you deserted accept you back in the fold. Don’t dance with me again. Those are illusions.”