Only when it’s raining
My beehive is set back among the trees; watching the entrance reveals that the foragers and scouts head out and up above the trees in search of nectar and pollen.
Where they go, I cannot see
How far they fly, I cannot tell
but once rains start that do not cease
All the bees come home to dwell
But I do know that when it rains, the bees come home to wait it out. There are times where the number of bees may exceed the allowable room of the hive or temperatures inside need regulating, so they will simply hang out.
Fascinating, intelligent creatures.