I know he’s right, but I still pull up the hood of my red raincoat. So I don’t like rain, so sue me.
He’s lucky I’m out here getting drenched at all, because I really don’t like rain. In fact, you could say I hate it...which, I know, is totally bizarre given what I’m about to do. Given the power I have.
But hey, you wouldn’t like it so much either if your parents died in a flash flood.
As he leads me down Main Street, Mr. Flood taps his twisted cane on the wet sidewalk. It’s a special cane that looks like two snakes slithering together, and it has a forked tip at the bottom. Mr. Flood says it’s like a divining rod, which he needs to help make the big rains come.
Whenever he walks under a street light, it gets brighter, then goes back to normal when he’s past it...though, I don’t k
