Robins and Worms

   I ran/walked today. It was misty and drizzling with a temperature of 42º. For us in the northeast, that falls somewhere between warm and raw. There wasn't much wind. There weren't many robins.
   There were, however, many worms.
   There were so many that I gave up on an even cadence to avoid stepping on them every stride or so.  Because I was running without music, I mused about worms and robins and rain and wet side walks. You are now privy to my thoughts on the matter. You're welcome.
1. In the space of 1-2 miles, I normally see 10-15 robins. Today, I counted 3. Do robins dislike the rain?
2. In the space of 5 feet, I counted up to three worms.
3. Do robins feel about soggy worms the way I feel about zucchini noodles?
4. Is that night crawler bathing in the puddle the same one I rescued yesterday?
5. Is it silly to have a moral dilemma about whether I should rescue a worm?
6. Do worms really drown in water? do they like water? what drives them out during the rain?
   And lastly, what am I doing out in the rain?