Here comes the rain in SoCal and everyone’s talking about it – it’s a “storm,” the “rainpocalypse,” an excuse to stay home because freeway denizens don’t know how to drive when the road is wet.

When I grew up in south Florida, a “rain storm” was when you couldn’t see the hood of your car, so instead of going 80 on the Interstate, you went 70 because you figured everyone else had pulled off the side of the road.

No, I am not exaggerating. Those summer thunderstorms in Florida were a daily occurrence in the hot season, and during the big downpours you really couldn’t see the end of your car hood.