It pours because God has to send the rain somewhere. When it does pour like this, we can store the extra rainwater in barrels and share it with the neighbours, whose crops may be dying in a drought. I guess He figures we're more likely to share than someone else.

My Lady, it has poured so much on me, it's a miracle that I never got pneumonia.

There is a thing more crippling than cerebral palsy: the prison of your own mind.