Can I tell you all my LA storm story? OK, thanks. 
I think it was 1983. I was working at Hollywood Presbyterian Hospital in Hollywood. I lived in Vista, San Diego Co, about 90 miles one way. I worked the 3 PM to 11 PM shift, but was in charge of the whole unit. I was often there from mid morning til 2 or 3 in the morning.
So, one evening, I’d just finished my 200th meeting for the day, and started my regular shift. A couple people came in wet, so, the predicted rain had begun.
I was half way through rounds when the lights went off. The emergency lights flashed on, then black. All of Hollywood was black.
The emergency generator was on the roof. The rain came down so hard, that the roof drains couldn’t handle it. The generator was under water.
My staff wasn’t very strong. They needed a lot of guidance. When the lights went out, they all screamed. I was the only one with a flashlight, and it was a pen light. I knew it wouldn’t last more than a few minutes. I used it to go find all the flashlights on the floor and passed them out. I left them to figure it out and went where I would be useful.
My unit was on the third floor, the ICU was on the second. I crawled down the stairs, hugging the wall, and counting doors to the ICU. They had 18 patients on ventilators.
I helped hand ventilate for eight hours.
When I left the hospital, the water in the flat parking lot was almost up to my knees.
It rained like that for five days straight. Several stretches of PCH washed out, not to mention the houses that slid down the many hills.
That was the only year it rained more than two days in a row in the nine years I lived there.
j/k, d&r