Raining Fish and Frogs — Lois June Wickstrom

Nothing was biting on the shore of Lake Fish-or-Cut-Bait. Not even the mosquitoes! A ravenous wind sucked up all the water from the lake. It sucked up the fishes and the frogs too. It even sucked up balls from the playground. Then that ravenous wind headed toward town, blowing wind through the branches, and twisting up the playground swings. When that wind could hold no more, rain started falling. It wasn't an ordinary rain. Balls fell on the steeple and rang the bell. Fish and frogs fell on cars in the streets. A fish even fell into the janitor's wash bucket. It was as if breakfast was landing on people's doorsteps.