I've recently realized that my entire time in San Diego, I've never once heard a person refer to rain as anything other than "rain."
It doesn't drizzle. It doesn't spit. It doesn't mist.
And it certainly doesn't pour.
There's no steady rain, no showers, no squalls.
It just...rains. Except when it doesn't. Which is most of the time.
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