WE IMAGINED IT WAS RAIN

A slender collection of 16 interconnected stories set in and around a rain-soaked mountain town in Tennessee.

In this tender and pensive debut, the legends of sylvan, hard-luck (and fictional) Cleecey's Ferry connect its residents across time, age, and station of life: a girl who roamed the woods, blinded by eyelashes so long they hung in waist-length braids; a doomed circus elephant that still haunts the collective memory more than a century later; a drowned town hastily abandoned that sleeps under the waters of the reservoir lake; and the Rainpainter's colored sheets that hang between trees in the frequent downpours. In "Whittled Bone," a father collects curios to re-create scenes from his runaway daughter's dream journal. In "Satellites," a son gathers prescriptions using an invented back injury so he and his sister can assist their terminally ill father with his suicide on the night a satellite will fall back to Earth. After the death of his young son, the father in "Heirloom" flees in secret to a lonesome cabin, where he befriends the local crows and builds a mysterious box based on plans outlined on a series of left-behind postcards he finds in a drawer. In "Elephants," two boys visit the grave of Mary the Elephant, who was executed when a long-ago circus came to town, with Mary's demise then portrayed in minute detail in "How To Hang a Circus Elephant." (A warning to the curious that, yes, Mary's tale is based on true events.) Transformative loss and fragile hope permeate these stories, which are filled with gentle, stoic, and fractured masculinities, eroding memories, dead-enders and last-chancers, widowed fathers, lost children, and dead, dying, and otherwise departed mothers. Though all proceed at a fairly homogenous drift-down-the-river pace and are suffused with an alluring but rarely variable eccentric Appalachian melancholy, author Siegrist's atmospheric, fluid, and merciful prose proves irresistible.

Moody and bittersweet: Save it for a literal rainy day and read in one sitting.