Chapter 1

In Elbow, the town where I live, it rains all summer. Not the kind of rain that is fun to run through, stomping your feet. Not the kind of rain that is fine and warm and accompanied by a rainbow. No, in Elbow it rains heavy, dark rain. Rain that makes a noisy clashing sound like hundreds of angry fingers. The angry fingers beat down hour after hour onto the sidewalk, cars and people’s umbrellas, and people turn pale because there’s no daylight for their damp faces, only darkness and wet. Some people go mad because of it and run into the streets in their PJs screaming, ‘Stop it! Stop it! I can’t take it any more!’…….

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