... falls mainly on the weeds.
Well except when it is falling on my Italian neighbour's daughter on the trampoline.
A bunch of the kids were taking turns and as she got on the heavens opened. She looked up, splayed her arms as Italians do, and with a shout of "Che due palle!" sat down and let the puddle form around her.
We Brits and Renata, her mum, just huddled under the gazebo, social distancing as best we could, and left her to it.