You can hear them clacking against the street, shattering windshields on parked cars.
It's raining marbles. Glass beads falling from the sky, the distant sound of thunder and the flash of lightning.
Yesterday, it was raining bologna.
The cheap stuff, too. Not even store-brand. That institutional crap they sell to schools and prisons.
It's rained pretty much everything this past year. Cats and dogs ain't the least of it.
You name it, it's fallen from the sky.
Popcorn wasn't bad.
Razorblades, on the other hand, totally sucked.
The weatherman's given up completely. He just stares at the camera, laughing.