The tropics.
What most people call torrential rains, Houston calls spring. :biggrin:
I remember the first fall we lived in our new house (older house, new to us), and we had gone to a weekend marriage seminar through our church. The "rules" were no TV and we were either in our rooms, eating in the hotel restaurant, or in the seminar. We never even went outside from Friday night until we left late Sunday afternoon.
We knew it was raining, but we didn't know it was RAINING. We got home to see pontoon boats being trailered out of our neighborhood and cars lined all up and down the main street in (the neighborhood had one main street in and out and short streets that intersected it with cul-de-sacs at either end). Of course we're having an oh s**t moment, right?
Luckily for US the flooding only came within three streets of ours. Ours was a narrow but deep subdivision (1.5 miles deep) and the further back it went, the more it dipped down towards Cypress Creek.
We had no idea the POTENTIAL for flooding when we bought, but we were very lucky that we were typically safe.