Meteors don't really "fall to Earth." I mean, technically, they aren't the ones moving. We are.
The Perseid shower is just cosmic debris, left over from a comet, frozen in space, overlapping our orbit, just barely. And every August, for 2,000 years, we've hit them. Our massive spinning planet has hurtled into these chunks of metal and mineral and dust, grain sized to dime sized to a full meter wide, getting caught in our atmosphere as we turn overnight to face the sun again.
We're clinging to a massive spaceship, whirling around a flaming ball of gas, occasionally crashing into bits of this and that, and nobody is steering.
If the very concept of life on Earth doesn't thrill you, just look up.
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