I’ve experienced some really awful storms in San Diego since 1960. Heavy rain that washes mobile homes 30 miles to the ocean. Huge fires that wipe out tens of thousands of acres. High winds that topple trees with ease after days of rain. Mudslides. It’s a real paradise.
What I'm about to say is probably sacrilege to some San Diego partisans. I was in La Jolla back in 1986 for business. It didn't impress me in terms of weather. The morning fog was clammy and I never could get comfortable. I was also taken aback by the flight path into Lindbergh Field. It's so close to downtown and I got the impression that I could see the office workers in the nearby buildings since we were at the same altitude while in descent.
I couldn't wait to get back to the Texas heat and the wide open spaces of the prairie. Note the absence of a /sarc tag.