As I walked out of my room, I could see the maidservants bustling about, closing doors and windows as the wind howled outside. They ran back and forth, trying to keep the storm out of the palace. I watched them for a moment, their movements frantic and rushed, before I went down the hallway.
The rain was deafening, pounding against the palace walls and echoing through the halls. I could feel the wind blowing against my face, cold and harsh, as I walked towards the window. I stood there momentarily, watching the rain falling in sheets, drenching the land below.
As I gazed out at the rain, a feeling of wonder and amazement washed over me. It was as if the storm was a living, breathing entity, a force of nature that couldn't be tamed or controlled. I wondered what it would be like to be out
