...brilliant streams of light sparkling in the night sky - glittering wishes, hopeful, but sad and quickly gone.
Then NASA shows us pictures like this:
...an underwhelming streak of light about to disappear in the overwhelming beauty of our planet.
I have a slightly different image: an image of giant rocks soaring through millions of light years of space, only to accidentally bump into a planet and begin plummeting to their doom, ablaze; miles of atmosphere, of cold, and hot and fire... and then they drop on my head with a perpetual clatter as I try to slather shampoo into my hair. And of course they melt the plastic on the bottom of my tub and I don't get my deposit back when I move out of my apartment.
You know what I think about meteor showers? They hurt. And they ruined my shower.