Here is an edited version of your initial answer (it was still great):
It was a murky
and dreary day outside with nothing to do since the rain wouldn’t stop pouring
down. Wandering around the monotonous house aimlessly, I suddenly found myself
in front of the antique book shelf. I snatched at the first book I glimpsed at
and thought, “At least this’ll give me something to do.” The book discussed the
life of a girl who lived in India which I’ve never even stepped a foot in. Therefore,
it was very exciting and adventurous to read. Hours went by and soon my mother shrieked,
“Claire, the sun it out, would you like to go out and play?” I then responded, “No,
I would much rather take the weight off my feet and read my book.”
