Back when I was a little girl living in a kampong, I jumped with joy whenever it rained at night.
Why?
Because my father would go frog hunting, and there would be a big pot of frog porridge for supper.
(If you're a frog reading this, remember not to croak too loudly when it rains, and my father is in your neighbourhood. And you should leave this blog post immediately, because you really don't