Rain isn’t always drops of water.
I’ve always had scary experiences with stray bullets falling from the sky.
A night of heavy rain and high winds last week knocked down the antenna through which I get my internet connection. The tower (actually it’s a 6 meter-long metal pipe with a makeshift base of rusty bars) was hanging between the roof and the back yard and the antenna itself was smashed when it hit a wall.
Yesterday I went out and got a new antenna and in the afternoon I was preparing to put things back together and this part is what I particularly hate; it means that I should spend one or two hours on the exposed rooftop.
The chance for being hit with one of those falling bullets is of course small and takes a bad coincidence of time and place but for some reason our rooftop seems to be a bullet magnet that I collect an average of 3 bullets every week or ten days not counting the ones that fall in the garden and end up buried in the dirt.
More on his adventures here: http://iraqthemodel.blogspot.com/