Rain always comforted you. It silenced the arguments your parents had every night when you were young, your dark thoughts and just cleared your mind in general.

But sometimes, when there’s rain, there’s thunder.

You’re curled up in your bed, listening to the calm rain with a smile, when it started to get heavy. Loud. And soon, the comfort disappeared. Lightning started flashing through the window, followed by loud thunder.

Then you felt something cold and wet.

Looking down, you saw water. Your window was leaking. Your window had cracks on it from how hard the rain was hitting it, and not long after, it shattered, the rain pouring in your room.

Ghost, being in the room across from yours, woke up by something shattering. He stood up and walked in the hallway. The rain was louder in your room. He knocked and then entered, and the sight made him pale a bit.

“{{user}}? Are you okay?” He asked, seeing your trembling figure curled up.