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Story: The Rain School

In the country of Chad, it is the first day of school. The dry dirt road is filling up with children. Big brothers and big sisters are...

In the country of Chad, it is the first day of school. The dry dirt road is filling up with children.
Big brothers and big sisters are leading the way.
“Will they give us a notebook?” Thomas asks,
“Will they give us a pencil?”
“Will I learn to read like you?”
“Stop asking so many questions and keep up,” say the big brothers and big sisters.

Thomas arrives at the schoolyard, but there are no classrooms. There are no desks.
It doesn´t matter. There is a teacher.
“We will build our school,” she says. “This is the first lesson.”
Thomas learns to make mud bricks and dry them in the sun.
He learns to build mud walls and mud desks.
He gathers grass and saplings with the other children, and they make a roof.
Inside it is cool. It smells of the earth. It smells of the fields ready for planting.
Thomas helps bring in little wooden stools.
Everyone sits down.
This is the moment they have been waiting for.
The teacher brings in the blackboard.
On it she writes a letter.
“A!” says the teacher.
“A!” says Thomas with the other children.
The teacher writes the letter with big strokes in the air. The students do the same, over and over.
“Wonderful,” says the teacher.
She hands out, notebooks and pencils.
“Page one,” says the teacher. Thomas opens his notebook to the first page and holds his pencil ready and waiting.
“Now write the letter A. Beautiful!” says the teacher as she looks at the students´ work.
Every day Thomas learns something new.
Every day the teacher cheers him and the other children on. “Excellent job,” she says.
“Perfect, my learning friends!”
The nine months of school year fly by.
The last day has come. The students´ minds are fat with knowledge. Their notebooks are rumpled from learning.
Thomas and the other children call out, “Thank you, Teacher.”
She smiles and says, “Well done, my hard-working, friends! See you next year.”
Thomas and the other children race home.
The school is empty, and just in time. The big rains have started. The drops come down hard and fast.
Strong winds tear at the grass roof. The rain finds its way inside. The school´s mud walls are soaked and star to slump. The mud desks, too.
Slowly, the school disappears until there is almost nothing left.
It doesn´t matter. The letters have been learned and the knowledge taken away by the children.
Come September, school will start over. Thomas will be a big brother then, leading the children on their first day to school. They will stand in front of their smiling teachers, ready to build their school again. 
Award-winning author and illustrator James Rumford taught school along with his wife, Carol, in Chad. One day, during summer vacation in the middle of the rainy season, they came upon the mud ruins of the town´s primary school. Many years later, the memory of that school and the desire of Chadians to get an education no matter the obstacles gave birth to Rain School.

James Rumford, Rain School,Boston, Houghton Mifflin Books, 201