This is a personal story from my youth. I was about 12 years old at the time. There had been a storm, but, the day cleared up quickly. The sun was shining, and the clean smell that follows a summer storm permeated the air.
I was restless from being inside, so, I went outside onto our back porch. Our house at that time was on a sloping hill, and we were sort of in the middle of the hill with other houses before and after us. The hill was small, and the distance to the top of the hill wasn't great at all.
I had only been outside a few moments staring about at the rain puddles that were scattered around, and, I happened to glance up at the top of the hill
I knew what I was seeing was not in any way normal. If you picture an ink blot of a carriage pulled by several horses and driven by a driver (all in black ink), you will have an idea of what I saw. However, the whole scene had no sound to it.
The carriage went across the top of the hill and disappeared from sight. A few days later, I learned that one of our neighbors had died. What a shock!