But instead? She stood in the doorway out onto the grounds, pursing her lips under the thick woollen fabric of her scarf. Was it worth it just to pick a few flowers? She thought so but...what if it got dark quick and she got lost? Or it started to storm and she got scared? Or what if she got wet for no reason and there weren't any flowers to pick?
"Why rain? Why does it have to rain?" She muttered, wishing she knew weather spells at that moment.