Even if it’s sunny, I suggest you bring an umbrella. There will be fish falling from the sky, just like rain. A lot of fish. Mostly sardines, I believe. With a few mackerel mixed in.
“Sardines and mackerel, huh?” the policeman laughed. “Better turn the umbrella upside down, then, and catch a few. Could vinegar some for a meal.” “Vinegared mackerel’s one of Nakata’s favorites,” Nakata said with a serious look. “But by that time tomorrow I believe I’ll be gone.”
Kafka on the shore, Haruki Murakami