Monsoon season in the Southwest means every day looks like rain. Big fat clouds roll in and out, sometimes dropping rain but more likely not—at least where you happen to be at the moment. So I've taken sort of a it'll-rain-when-it-rains attitude, not keeping too close of an eye on what's about to happen. Or not happen.
We have a couple of families of quail here at Casa Lou. They graze in the yard. A little while ago I saw them scurrying away, like they were late for an appointment. About five minutes later the sky opened with a heavy downpour, including hail. The quail knew.