After the rain

It happens every time.  The moment the rain stops, a few stray flies sneak in from the showers, then more, until a whole army of meru  flies attacks any shining light.  Each about 5 cm long, they comprise a ringed, hornet-like body and oversized wings flapping zealously. They swarm densely, so you can barely walk or sit or stand without becoming a lighthouse for them.  A fly frenzy. But within an hour their pointless quest is over and activity stops: they lie dead, strewn across the floor.  That’s when the ants move in for the clean-up operation, lifting their giant prizes on to their backs to transport them, or simply chomping away in public, so that within hours there’s a cemetery of battered wings where all those insects have been.