It rained today, just a bit of a mist at the start, a bit damp and gray.
We had to use the wipers when drips turned to showers; fat wet blobs rolling down the glass and rain drumming loud.
Then came the insects rattling the roof; grass-hoppers clouds and bees and moths. Frogs slid down the windscreen in green muddy streaks, closely followed by bats.
Why would bats fall out the sky? Why not just fly, we wondered, but worked it out when their teeth chewed through the glass.
Afterwards we flew with them to pastures green—well, red perhaps.