Ardath by Marie Corelli

There the wind roared and blustered its loudest; it whirled round
and round the quaint castellated building, battering the gates and
moving their heavy iron hinges to a most dolorous groaning; it
flung rattling hailstones at the narrow windows, and raged and
howled at every corner and through every crevice; while snaky
twists of lightning played threateningly over the tall iron Cross
that surmounted the roof, as though bent on striking it down and
splitting open the firm old walls it guarded.