Belle looked at the clouds on the horizon. There was an incoming storm, and the air was tense and electric. The garden needed the rain, and she could use the excuse to visit the library again, but she had planned on taking a walk later, and now she would need to consider the weather.
The wind whipped up, and the clouds were quickly growing. She shut the window, latching it carefully so that it wouldn't blow open, and not a moment too soon, as the large drops of rain splattered against it.
She was safe here, and it was mesmerizing.