In case still pictures are not enough, here's a little movie of our little flood (this morning, some minutes before 8:00). I'm trying to think of some pun to make on "Apres moi, le deluge," but I guess that saying has never made enough sense to me for me to be able to make a joke out of it.
The noises you hear are crows. Not the most melodious of birds. Not exactly the stuff of which Keats's odes were made.