#34 - In a heilstorm

When it hails, defiance is the name of the game. Don't be hasty and slam those windows shut. Resist the urge to tuck your precious ride away in the garage. No, my friend, when those ice bombs fall from the sky, step outside like it's the coolest show in town. Raise your hands to the heavens and flash a grin that says, "I'm in on the secret."

And don't stop there—gather your kid and their crew, shoo 'em out of the house. Let 'em run like wild spirits, under that celestial fireworks display. It's like a gift from above, a cosmic party for the taking.

As Tom Waits' raspy voice wafts through the air, don't let it be a dirge. Let it serve as a reminder, a whisper in the breeze, that in this grand tapestry of life, we play our part. We dance with the elements, embracing the unpredictability of it all. And as those frozen pearls rain down, let them be a symbol of resilience and a nod to the enduring beauty of chaos.