The moment you step in, you’re welcomed into a cozy, inviting atmosphere where people sit together, chatting and crocheting. There’s an immediate warmth — an unspoken understanding that here, you can just be.
The more I thought about my morning of misfortune, the more I thought about the idiom, “When it rains it pours.” Obviously it literally fit my situation, as the torrential downpour raged on, but how did it connect with the series of bad luck everyone occasionally experiences? I wondered, “Where did this phrase come from, why is this phrase used so often and ultimately, why do bad things seem to happen all at once?”
