It reminded Blake of a ship in the ocean. An ocean was a fitting comparison to how much water had fallen in Houston. Hard, pounding, tropical rain with drops that seem the size of grapes. Each one thudding on the roof individually, but in unison creating a dull roar. He continued to watch the truck as it turned the corner and stopped in front of the house. It seemed like all FedEx drivers specialized in destroying transmissions and brakes.