This never happens here?

We are relatively new to this area but I have heard, "This never happens here" one too many times.
Our first winter we were told that the mounds of snow with 6 ft. snow drifts  'never happens here.'  The searing heat of our first summer 'never happens' ... until this summer ... when we received not one drop of rain for five weeks.  Of course, I can't complain as I have been praying for three months that Texas receive rain.  People up here had never felt strong tremors of an earthquake ... especially not from one so far away.

Now we have rain ... gushing rain ... flooding rain ... which 'never happens here.'   We drove home from a meeting last night and hit one detour after another.  We had to go thirty minutes East, through some pretty risky roads, in order to find a road that would bring us West to our home.  Our town is surrounded by water but our home is on a hill and is safe from flash floods in the area.
Our only option is to stay put.

The rain is slowing down a bit but now rivers are ready to overflow their banks.  This is a small taste of what entire states have experienced during the past year or so.
Our little church may be under water by midnight tonight.  What is not bolted down is now on higher ground ... thanks to hard work  from many who do not even attend the church.   The town knows what lies ahead as flooding HAS happened here before ... but too many years ago to count.

See that lush space at the top right corner of the picture?  Simply draw a line from the top-left corner of the picture to the bottom-right corner.  That is now filled with water.  Fortunately, we are quite high and safe from the water in this little wilderness area, as we call it.  Frogs, bunnies, birds and who knows what else use to reside here.  They, too, have scurried to higher ground.   In time, the water will seep back into the earth but, oh my, what will be left?

Our greatest fear is that soggy soil can no longer hold the tall trees by their roots. Toppled trees hit open wires and they lay across soaked land that looks more like a lake.  We dare not walk on the grass for awhile.  This too shall pass.
As I am told, "This never happens here."