Real climate change

All this hand-wringing over global warming.
But what about the rain?

We're worrying ourself silly about climate change, and how our great grandchildren will be burdened with hotter summers.
But what about the catastrophic kind of climate change that's happening today, and leaving thousands of people flooded and homeless?

Where are the questions? We have a glorious and highly litigious blame culture, but where's the blame?
How is it that we simply accept weeks and weeks of torrential rain as "the weather" and yet we trouble ourselves endlessly with the effects our own behaviour may have on the polar ice caps?

Our sense of proportion has deserted us. Selling your Range Rover and despatching your kids to the walking bus won't help global warming one molecule. Nor will camping in your back garden instead of jetting off to Barbados. Your carbon footprint is, frankly, meaningless.

The earth has already survived wholesale abuse by many, many generations. We pride ourselves on being more numerous than ever before, and having bigger, dirtier machines than ever before. And we believe scientists with their dire warnings that the end is nigh. We can't prove them wrong and we can't prove them right.

Much more relevant is my simple question: Why is it raining so much?

If science can predict fractional degrees of warming half a decade from now, then why can't it tell me - or, more to the point, the good people of Tewkesbury and other flooded parts of Britain - why it won't stop raining?