The water was higher by the time I came back to my senses. It was up to the tiles now; the roof was nothing more than a than a narrow island in a vast sheet of water. Houses must have collapsed on both sides. The sea spread out as far as you could see.‘We’re moving,’ Rose murmured, gripping on to the roof tiles.She was right; we all felt like we were swaying, as if the roof were now a raft. The strong currents seemed to be carrying us along. Then when we saw the church steeple standing still in front of us, our dizziness ended; we were exactly where we’d been before, amid the rolling waves.The water started to attack. The current had been following the road, but now it was blocked by rubble and it was forced to surge back on itself. There was method to its violence. When ever a beam or some other passing hunk of wreckage came in reach of the the current, the water snatched it up and rammed it into the house. And now there was no relief; the water would scoop up the tossed beam and hurl it back to hammer the walls even harder this time.
