The roof might fall in; anything could happen.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I would climb on roofs and jump off using my parents' bed sheet, hoping it would open like a parachute. I was always getting hurt, breaking a leg, you know, bruising, cracking my head open.
I drove around in a Volkswagen Rabbit I shared with one of my roommates, and it didn't have a roof. It doesn't rain much in L.A., but when it did, it was utterly miserable.
The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.
The sky's the limit if you have a roof over your head.
Anything that happens that's good, they think, Oh, it's an accident, when is the roof caving in? You've got to get them out of that mental framework.
How prone poor Humanity is to dam up the minutest remnants of its freedom, and build an artificial roof to prevent it looking up to the clear blue sky.
The roof cannot collapse when the value pillars of government and society are sound and strong.
I just like the idea of this creature or a being on the roof, you know? It's kind of spooky.
If the sun comes up, I have a chance.
Without electricity, the air would rot.