They thought it was just another quiet morning… until the sky opened — and raw flesh began to fall like rain.

In March of 1876, in the farmlands of Bath County, Kentucky, a strange stillness hung in the air. Clouds gathered, thick and metallic, casting long shadows across the fields. Families stepped outside, confused by the silence… the kind that feels like the world is holding its breath.

Then —
A wet slap against the ground.
Another.
And another.

People froze as chunks of raw meat — warm, fresh, glistening — began dropping from the sky, covering fences, rooftops, and the earth itself. A storm no one could outrun.

Panic spread. Was it a sign? A curse? A punishment?

For days, experts argued. Some thought it was beef. Others swore it was venison. No one agreed… until scientists proposed a chilling explanation:

High above the clouds… a flock of vultures had been feasting. Something startled them mid-flight — and the birds did what vultures do to lighten their load:

They vomited.

And the people of Kentucky, terrified and unaware, walked directly beneath a sky full of falling refuse.

A day still remembered with one name —
The Day It Rained Flesh.