'Kyla didn't see it coming as it fell, but fall it did, right into her outstretched hand as she danced in the pouring rain.' The rain won't ever stop and the grey clouds never leave. But even on the darkest of days, a flame can be lit, and one girl has to find out how. But perhaps not alone. A boy in the rain, a mark on his face. Can he make her understand what is like not to be alone, not to be an outcast? But most of all, can he be trusted?All Rights Reserved