Chapter 9 I woke up in the morning and glanced upon the wall. The roaches and the bedbugs were having a game of ball. The score was six to nothing! The roaches were ahead. A bedbug hit a home run and knocked me out of bed. Oh, it ain’t gonna rain no more, it ain’t gonna rain no more. It rained this week and the week before— it ain’t gonna rain no more! Aimee’s head bobbed up and down, up and down as she sang along with the rest of the room. Everyone tried to wish away the rain—again. Madison was amazed how many camp songs were devoted to rain. However, the anti-rain chanting was working. Skies were cloudy, but there was no rain yet. Mrs. Goode led the room through verse seven of the song. Madison glanced across the dinner table at Hart, who sat directly in front of her tonight. Her stomach flip-flopped, but she didn’t know why. Was it nerves about the talent show, she wondered, or was it Hart’s face? Madison fixated on Hart’s left dimple, tracing it down his chin and back up in a circle around his lips.
