When it rains it pours

When it rains it pours
A cliché of course
But it’s true
I was told about
Someone’s grandmother
Those were her
Last words
Before she stopped breathing
And forever closed
Her eyes
On the world

That is deep
Very poetic
But she was right
When the clouds come
They tend to dump it
All out at once
So you don’t continue
To get soaked
Then once the tempest
Is over
You’re drenched
And sometimes
It’s hard to
Dry off
But being strong
Can help weather
The storm
Because once you
Think it’s passed
The thunder and lighting
Surprises your ass
And you’re in
The same position
Searching for an
Umbrella to shield
You from the rain
So clichés are true
But they are just over used