Drought was not my problem during two floods in Nebraska in 2019 that both made international news. The worst one for us was the second one:
I was glad I moved my old pickup the night before from the lower spot I usually keep it after I saw an online accessible irrigation rain gauge at the canal diversion in the river 20 miles west of us. It got 10" in under four hours that evening. We’ve been here 47 years and had never seen anything like it before. But I slept soundly until my dear neighbor called after her husband had looked down our way. “Have you looked out?! Are you guys okay??” The photo was taken about 15 minutes after her call – the rising sun is reflecting in the cornfield north of the trees. Thankfully the water had stopped rising, though. The water line behind the front wheels is six feet from the garage door. So I was – and am – thankful, and I know to Whom.
And yes, I will attribute it to climate change.