[The weather had been aggreeable with Elphaba thus far; until she'd woken up to a tent with trails of condensation down the walls. So, doing her best not to touch any of the surfaces, she'd 'borrowed' Piccolo's cape (despite the weight of it) and headed outside.
She was soon thanking him mentally for not bringing it with him; although it was only coming down lightly, the darkness of the clouds ahead promised a greater storm later on. Thinking quickly, Elphaba soon remembered the green house, and headed there as quickly as was physically possible.
Several minutes later, once she was safely inside, she closed the door firmly behind her, pulling the cape off of her head and shoulders and leaning back against the door. Her hands and face were speckled with blood, but overall she wasn't complaining. Heading further in, she put the cape on a chair and sat herself down, catching her breath]
Why can't the Author..give us sun..for a week..??