Basements + Rain = Neighbourhood Love

We woke up one morning to the kids saying "the carpet is wet in the TV room". Assuming the worst (that someone had had an accident) I raced down there to find that there was a whole new level of "worst" that I hadn't considered.

Our basement had flooded after some freak rainfall and we were standing in a couple inches of water with a lovely scenic waterfall cascading down the window ledge from the window well.
I ran to my neighbour's house and they quickly gathered up wet vacs and fans and set to work.
We sucked up water in the near-new carpet and pulled up the timber flooring. Two rooms and one hallway later and we were feeling pretty sorry for ourselves.
So we had to move kid's beds and tv room furniture into our spare room for the month or two it took to get it all back together.
It was a good excuse to replace the carpet in George's room since we had to pull it all up and pay to have new underlay pad installed anyway.
Now whenever it rains at night Win jumps out of bed and inspects the window well to make sure there is no 'niagra falls' going on.