We live across the street from a brook that empties into a cove on Long Island Sound. The brook drains what is reputed to be the highest (or at least the steepest) hill on Route 1, so at times like this we get a lot of water flowing by. Our house is the oldest house on the street; in fact I think most of the street was once part of the parcel which my ancestors by purchase owned, so we are comfortably ensconced on the highest point in the immediate area. Our basement remains dry (knock on wood).
Our neighbors across the street are not so lucky. Their driveway crosses a bridge to their houses, and this was the scene when I got home from work at around 3:00.
This is a view in the other direction. This is normally all dry ground, except to the extreme right hand side.