They were running up the hill above their house and the rising waters when they heard the water amplify into a liquid roar. The hard spit of steady rain peppered them. They watched the waters loosen their van from the driveway, then their truck. They yelled for the dogs to come back when they jumped in after the vehicles, as if to herd them back to shore. And dusk sighed into night as they stood on the hill. And the river rose to the roof of their brick rancher. And what might be swimming through their fluid rooms? And what stains would the swimming waters leave? They fed the dogs and made camp on the hillside among the waiting wreckage.