Chance of rain (written in the tone of "Motherless Brooklyn")

Things falling on your head can't be that bad. I challenge you to test this hypothesis. I mean, it could be opportunity knocking, a wake up call from life or something to break the random stream of conscienceness in the form of a silent film playing in your head. I see it as a game of chance. Like alphabets tumbling out of the heavens, into the stratosphere and breaking through sturdy tree branches with a crunch before landing on, say, the tire repairman's noggin.

The question is how will it hit you when it falls. With a thud? With a pang? Perhaps a subtle descent like a feather falling from the wing of a pelican, tickling your face as it floats within your line of sight.

Here it comes now. Don't look up. Close your eyes. Brace yourself, like a woman giving birth in a New York City taxi cab. Just breathe.

Things can tumble from the sky like the letter "O." If O's could tumble.

O's remind me of alphabet soup. Or better yet, alphabet cereal, swimming in a little pond of white. Lost in a sea of letters. A's. B's. C's. No wonder it's breaking free. How can it find its identity when everyone carries the same alphabetical DNA contained in a space the size of a cereal bowl? It's no way to live, really. So it decides to fall out of the "Milky Way" for its second life. For its redemption, which suddenly crashes in on your life, becoming either your rise or fall.

Since we know the O is coming - and it will come, in all its oozing, ornamental opulence - we must return to the question: How will it hit you when it falls?

With a optimistic pelt? Or a thud of oppression? Chew on those words a moment - optimistic and oppression. Savor it like a last meal of some sort. Like your last cheeseburger.

C'mon. You can figure this out. This question weighs like a game of chess on a shiny marble board, with your knight aiming to take down the Queen before your home base becomes occupied by a fellow knight in the form of your friend Larry or that darn tire repairman whose tires are overpriced by at least 50 cents to the dollar. Before you get to point where you have to brace yourself, before you second-guess, define the fall before it defines you.

You just have to close your eyes and breathe, really.