When I go on a trip, it often rains. It's sunny in the morning, but it starts to rain around lunch.
Just as I start to walk above ground after exiting the subway, it starts to rain.
It's true, but it can't be helped. I guess I have to bring my umbrella all the time.
When I cook for my 80-year-old mother, my sister-in-law, who hardly ever cooks for my mother, almost always comes and eats it. In the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, during the week, and on weekend, she comes and grabs food I cook. No matter what day it is, or what time it is, she somehow almost always grabs my cooking without even knowing if I came to visit my mother or not. She only lives a 15 minute walk away from my mother's house. I live an hour by train away. So, I guess I travel all that way just to feed my sister in law.
Oh well, She must have a dog's nose. It's more useful than my umbrella.