Albatross or anvil?

I see on the horizon a cloud no bigger than a man's hand, but I can't decide whether it looks more like a looming albatross or a falling anvil or a sign of soothing rain or whether it will drop with a gentle sigh or a screech or a splat. Will umbrellas be called for or something more sturdy? Will I laugh or cry or stand around looking stupid? No point in thinking about it, really. Sufficient unto the day are the evils thereof, and so on. Can't talk about it, shouldn't think about it, mustn't worry about it, really must move on whistling in the dark and hoping for rain, anvil or no anvil. The sun'll come out tomorrow, and that cloud? There's got to be a silver lining somewhere, and if someone will just distract the albatross for a moment while I shove this anvil out of the way, maybe we'll find it.