shelve a book

in the library someone sits in the center

spinning through pages in a book, looking for something.

Concentratng. Evidently busy. 

As i come in the front door a librarian at the main desk 

spins her head to see who entered.

"Good morning", she says to me with a smile.

"Hello". i say. i recognize her from years ago but don't recall her name.

She stands taller at the counter and awaits my words.

"Who is that at the center desk," I ask.

"Arnold," she says, "I don't think you know him. He's new in town."

I nodded. 

"Has it stopped raining yet?" she asks, looking out the window.

I smiled.  "Almost. It is nearly finished.  Not like before, that's for sure."

...

 there are stacks of them. 

I came for only one.

i see that is so.  what is the hook?  i will write until i finish.