"When it rains it pours" meaning


I believe the expression actually reads, “It doesn’t rain but it pours.” That means that when such and such a desired event occurs, it occurs a *lot.* For example, let’s say you haven't had sex for a long time - like seven years - and you sure could use some. Suddenly you meet a woman and have sex, and it’s great. Then shortly after that you meet another woman and have sex, and it’s great again! Then maybe you meet *yet another* woman, and it happens again! You think to yourself, “Man, when it rains it pours!” Get it?

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