Elsewhere, in other lands, in other tongues, it rained dog shit or cow piss, ropes, axes, crowbars, snakes, lizards, toads, frogs, shoemakers or shoemakers’ apprentices, old women, old women with clubs, old women with sticks, husbands. The last in particular puzzled me until I realized it wasn’t for something in abundance (as in the song “It’s Raining Men”), but for beatings (like those old women with their sticks and clubs).
