Not even debris had fallen on the planet.
"The Instant of Now"
Irving E. Cox, Jr.
To clear away the debris which prevented communication of awareness as They defined it?
"Eight Keys to Eden"
Mark Irvin Clifton
On swept the flood, tearing up trees, cabins, shanties, fences; swirling along the tortuous bed only to leap and swirl again, its solid front bristling with the debris it had wrenched loose in its mad onslaught, Jack in his line of flight keeping abreast of its mighty thrust, shouting as he ran, pressing into service every man who could help in the rescue.
"Peter A Novel of Which He is Not the Hero"
F. Hopkinson Smith