Rising Waters

The water levels around the house have been slowly but steadily rising. I see the dark, pregnant clouds in the distance, ready to release their rain upon us once more. I fear the house shall not survive it. We've taken everything we can off the floor, stacking it upon the furniture, but now the water completely encircles our little hovel. Is this our punishment for following the Empress? We stand together and pray for the water to recede, for prayers are all we have. -Yang