Once the thunder and lightning receded into the distance, I ventured outside with my camera safely hidden in a pocket, beneath an umbrella.
As for the title, I was sure I could come up with some larger, life-related metaphors for "when it rains, it pours", but I'm drawing a blank. I'm sure they're out there. I just don't think it counts to say my memory has gone from bad to worse. (Or maybe it's just my imagination.)
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