[ WP ] Make me like the rain through the characters .

She turns over in her blankets, tucking her quilt tightly around her. It does n't smell like home anymore. Tucked beneath her bed is her dad's guitar, safely held in a leather case lined with purple faux fur, God knows why. She remembers when she could fit in the case, the laughing delight of her parents as her dad played and her mother sang. It is quiet now. Her bookshelves, her new notebook, her shower caddy are all empty. At two in the morning when the rain starts to fall, she opens the window, and the smell of wet earth and the deafening peace of rain on the roof is home.
