When I was growing up in Florida, I could set my watch by the afternoon showers. We often had some spectacular lightning storms, of course, and many an afternoon/evening was spent on the front porch watching the fireworks.
Storms coming in from the South were especially fine-- the clouds were and angry green color and we knew we were in for a fine show and torrential rains.
On the opposite side, thunderstorms in California are much rarer, not nearly as entertaining (nor torrential, but it's happened), but when you live in a valley surrounded by mile-high mountains, the thunder echoes make for an interesting background aesthetic, particularly when your skies are clear, but there's this pervasive rumbling coming from everywhere...
I just got back from a mini-vaca down Ventura-way-- it was only in the mid-90s, breezy, and of course humid (we had a small beach mostly to ourselves to watch a pod a of dolphin play just outside the surf-line... oh and one kinda creepy-looking seal eyeballing the girls in their bikinis) which still felt cooler than the hundred-teens we'd been suffering under for the past month-plus.
Now, returning to the desert, I am happy to note that the under-triple-digits will last for a few more days, though that is tempered (or perhaps enabled by) the pall of smoke being blown in from the fires on the other side of the mountains up and down the range.