what storm is this that blows so contrary?

So it turns out that reading an incredibly terrifying novel the afternoon before a rainstorm is a really terrible idea. I got soaked on the way back from class and now I’m in my cold room with the wind and rain and garden things scratching and bumping against the porch, and I can hear everything because my walls are mostly windows and basically wahhhh.

On the plus side, I've been procrastinating with Sporcle literary quizzes (as you do) and damn it, Shakespeare, I don't even like Romeo & Juliet, but

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back
...
...and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence.

LIFE-RUINER.