Jane rushed to the ancient door; its hinges creaked when she pulled the knob.
Jane hurried to the ancient door. The rusty iron hinges creaked as she pulled the knob.
Jane rushed to the door. When she pulled the knob, the ancient iron hinges let out a sigh.
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance
Miracles. The wait's begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.