Clear blue water rolled in calmly against the sand.

The gray water rolled on all sides as far as he could see.

It looked unimpressive: gray water rolling up and back over mud.

The black water rolled in like a threat.

Boiling water rolled over the flames but did not quench them.

With a cumulative roar, mud, water and rock rolled down into the lake.

The water rolled, a deep gray-green below them, washing against what was now a flat shore.

This brown water rolling over her face, and her eyes opening blue through the brown.

Just look at how the water rolled, how it stretched to forever.

The water smoked as the shattered body rolled twice, then sank.