There's a lot to miss about my old life living in Brooklyn and working in Manhattan.
But frequent subway flooding is not one of them.
The first time the subway flooded when I was there, I had to walk from 34th and 9th to 51st and 3rd (that's a bit of a hike). About halfway thru my slog, soaked up to the knees by the rain and puddles, a homeless man came running at me and tried to knock me down. Luckily, I parried and was able to keep my balance when he rammed into my shoulder.
Ahhhh, good times.