I always feel bad for worms after the rain. They come to the surface to save themselves from drowning, only to dry up or get stomped on.
I passed a strip of grass that had broken sprinklers. It was a nice hot and sunny day. The sprinklers must have been going for hours, letting water run down the street like a river. The worms had had enough and headed up. I felt so bad for the little guys.
I spent a few minutes scooping up as many worms as possible and tossing them into a planter. Tossing them to safety. A worm sanctuary.
...and then, the birds came.