Sometimes life comes at ya like a hail storm out of a clear blue sky.
One minute your biggest worry is a drippy ice cream cone — the next minute it’s a funnel cloud spraying bullets of ice.
The sky inks over and the sirens blast.
You could — slam your mouth shut and take cover.
Wait for the storm to pass and hope like hell you’re not upended by a flying house.
you could take it to the roof —
throw your arms wide open and —
just lick harder.