Fish falling from the sky you read about in those Unexplained books, that series from Time Magazine or whatever; you read about fish falling from the sky in anecdotal morsels, not really translating the thought into meaningful expectation. Like: sure, fish fell from the sky in 1863 in Nowheresville, ND, but the idiots probably knocked over a ladder that had a pail of fish on it and didn’t know any better. Like, “Oh, fish rain!” But then it happens to you.