duking it out on cloud city

and apologizing with rainbows

You dropped the ping pong balls? What the white hot hollerin’ halabazoo were you thinking? Where where you going with them? Did you not consider perhaps taking two trips? Overloading yourself is not efficient!

I could hear them.

They were at each other - thundering back and forth.

You know, them?

The cloud people who make the weather happen.

They were having another ‘marital dispute’ up there.

Down here?

We were paying for it.

Hail stones.

They may have considered them ‘ping pong balls’.

For us?

Golf balls.

Ice cubes.

Plummeting frozen death bricks.

And a lot of thundering bluster.

All coming from upstairs.

Holy crap I wish I had some influence over what happens upstairs.

Spare me the storms! The cries from down below are seldom heard. Upstairs they think they’re showering us with feathers. In reality? Knives.

I have a request:

When the ping pong balls of doom start flying - apologize somehow. Send a rainbow. Yeah, send an apology rainbow.

And if you live downstairs?

Your outrage and surprise are hil…