The wailing clouds are back again and this time it's raining human eyes. Last month it was fingers which was messy and awful enough as it was, of course rain of any visceral sort followed by an intense heatwave only causes every fly in the damned country to swarm here. By the next rainfall there was a layer of dead flies about three inches deep - absolute chaos.
At least with it being autumn at long last, we're unlikely to get another heatwave and be flooded with flies again. I just wish it wasn't eyes. They all look so familiar, so accusatory and sad all at once and I can't possibly be expected to go out to work in this but it's been going on for so many years now that everyone just dons a thick set of waterproof overalls or waders and pretends the rain isn't there.
Shame we can't do something about the smell. Did you know that eyes have a scent? I didn't until I opened the front door to assess the situation and it just hit me like a wet, meaty brick. I can't vomit though, it's bad luck to vomit when the wailing clouds are passing and there's a strong chance you'll pass up something as unpleasant as the rains outside, if not worse.
Hopefully it'll end soon.
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