Victoria

A guy moves from Toronto to Victoria. The day he arrives, it's raining.

The next day, as he's moving into his new home, it's raining.

Every day for the next two weeks, it rained!

He's looking out his front window as he drinks his morning coffee, and, of course, it's raining. He sees a young boy playing on the sidewalk, so he goes to the front door and calls to the lad, "Hey, son, does it ever stop raining here?" he asks.

"How should I know," says the boy, "I'm only eight years old!"