Downpour

I can hear nothing but silence, and it seems so unusual to me. Usually, in my house, I can hear nothing but screams, crying, and the soft pitter patter of raindrops drifting down against my window. But that's all it does in London. Rain. Miserable days often occur out of the blue, and I try my hardest to get away from it all with music. Playing my ukulele all day along with the rain, creating a symphony of sound. However, I must start off with me as a child, and how I lost my sister and father. This isn't even the beginning of my story yet, and it all seems confusing. But anyways, welcome to my world.