[A typical farmhouse kitchen table. Neat (relatively) piles of paperwork surround a family having lunch. A Humphrey reads a tractor magazine, his wife tries not to drip tea on the paperwork, and the daughter is failing to win £100 from the Waitrose crossword. Barley in field ~20%]
Humphrey: I'm going to sit down. Wake me if it rains, I've got to put the combine away.
Unqualified cloud expert aka Wife: [Looks out of window] It really looks like it's going to rain.
Farmer: Of course not. I have time [Sleeps, safe in the belief he controls the weather]
[It starts to rain.]
Farmer: [Woken by slightly annoying fairies cheerfully yelling 'Pitter patter!'] Is it raining?...It's not raining.
Rain Fairy 1: Do you mean water falling from the sky, or another type of rain?
Farmer: I cannot see rain.
Rain Fairy 2: Would you like me to go and stand outside to prove it?
[The rain fairies depart to prove it is raining and rescue dog and washing. Humphrey happily leaves to move the combine. The local farmers chorus: ****.]
[It pours. Feed Barley in field >20%]