Where did this come from? Oh, right. Not paying attention in Science... Right...
I think the sun and the moon are easy enough, but...
Sun: Norway
Moon: Iceland
Snow: Denmark
Clouds: Finland
Storms: Sweden
I don't know what this is either I'm sorry but I had to write it down and throw it somewhere
Maybe the only thing he remembered was the cold.
He steps out into the sun and all he sees is snow. It scares him. He calls out, but he is ignored. Hurt. Pleasured. What's happening? He doesn't know anymore. It hits deep inside and pulls out again. Over and over and over and over. The same spot, the same pattern, maintaining a thin balance between pleasure and pain.
The sun will eventually leave. Leave, and leave the boy alone with the snow. He is staggered, yes, but he recovers. He is used to this. He kissed by the snow as well as the sun, touched everywhere by them, and in return, the boy loves them; it is the only thing he's ever learned how to do. The snow is not as nice as the sun. The snow is rough and cold. He doesn't like it as much, but like I've said, he is used to both.
The boy considers himself the moon, as he is the sun's brother.
The clouds figured out their secret one day. But clouds cover up the sun and the moon and keep them hidden from the snow, albeit reluctantly. Eventually the storms will come to wash away the snow, and, together with the clouds, keep the sun and the moon away from the snow; the job they're made to do.
As always, it hurts to keep secrets.
Eventually, in summer, the clouds wither away and disappear. The snow is gone; the storms are gone, and for the time being, the sun and the moon are alone together. They can be in peace at last, and they are one again; it is bliss for the two of them.
Then there comes the days of fall, and then the days of winter. The snow falls again, and again the boy is stuck with it. The clouds hide everything, the snow falls, the storms are gone, and he is not safe...
Then there is the day where the sun and moon see the snowy ground.
Oh, shit. The boy's head is spinning. The snow can see them clearly now. This isn't good this isn't good this is horrible-
And this is why, to this day, the sun and the moon are separated.
The boy gets night, the sun gets day...
And the snow sees all.