"When it rains, it pours. When it rains meteors, it pours destructively."
From the realm where I was born and raised, the proverb would appear in elementary school. For the third quarter of fourth grade, kids are deliberated on a fascination with the stars and space. For a brief two weeks in my generation, you're expected to learn theories of creation, planets and the solar system, and the magical composition behind interstellar events.
Imagine yourself on a Tuesday morning, unaware what lies above the firmament. You've only ever taken it for granted, never had you thought the ultramarine vista of the day and the darkness of the night relates to a process called rotation and revolution. You're living on the third planet out of nine in the solar system, first learning that the sun is a star.
Suddenly, Earth becomes a sphere of dirt in a wide universe─and hilariously enough, rocks float in the air.