Suppose

A star fell from the sky

And landed gracefully

Like a feather floating down

Into a puddle

 

No

 

Suppose that star

Crashed down

With the force of an atom bomb

And that puddle was an ocean

And ocean of red jello

 

Suppose that

Once that star hit

The giggling red goo

The sugar filled treat

Had a chemical reaction

Where the jello exploded into

Tiny red marbles

 

No

 

Suppose that

Before hitting the ground

The star transformed into

A leprechaun with a handlebar mustache

And that ocean was actually

 A black hole

A black hole so deep and dark

That the leprechaun pulled on his mustache

And a helicopter propeller

rose from his shinny red locks

 

No

 

Suppose that

The star was actually

A drop of rain

Dripping down my window pane

That it was the leader

Of many followers

That formed puddles on my sidewalk

That forced me to stay inside

 

Suppose

That there is really

No point in this

I suppose that I blame the rain