The Day it Rained Forever. Ray Bradbury
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THE DAY IT RAINED FOREVER
Ray Bradbury
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First published in Great Britain by Rupert Hart-Davis 1959
Published in Penguin Books 1963
Copyright © Ray Bradbury 1959
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Version: 2019–01–15
FOR
RUPERT HART-DAVIS
IN MEMORY OF
THE TERRIBLE SKIRMISH
THE TEMPORARY LOSS
BUT OUR INEVITABLE VICTORY
AT THE MIRABELLE
Table of Contents
Dedication
Dark They were and Golden-eyed
THE hotel stood like a hollowed dry bone under the very centre of the desert sky where the sun burned the roof all day. All night, the memory of the sun stirred in every room like the ghost of an old forest fire. Long after dusk, since light meant heat, the hotel lights stayed off. The inhabitants of the hotel preferred to feel their way blind through the halls in their never-ending search for cool air.
This one particular evening Mr Terle, the proprietor, and his only boarders, Mr Smith and Mr Fremley, who looked and smelled like two ancient rags of cured tobacco, stayed late on the long veranda. In their