The ground was rushing towards him, strewn with geometric rubble.

The ground, a fist waiting to crumple them like paper, rushed at them.

The ground rushed past them with terrifying speed.

The ground rushed toward me with alarming speed.

The ground rushed at the Firefox as he screamed down from 15,000 feet.

Then he realized the ground was rushing toward him.

The ground rushed at her, even as cannon shells continued to strike the plane.

Then suddenly the world tilted, and the ground rushed upward to meet his face.

He looked back and realized that the ground was suddenly rushing at him, seemingly faster than a train.

The ground was rushing at her Malcolm steadied her through.