There was once a song that claimed that it never rains in Southern California. The song claimed that when it pours, it pours. This year is quite on point then. I recently drove to San Francisco for spring break.My Georgian (the country, not the state) exchange student has an aunt who had lived in California years ago. Two other times I have driven out to Frisco with exchange kids. We walked the bridge each time. The third time was going to be the charm.This time we had to consult the weather forecasts before we even drove out there. Every other ...