Florida Sunshine & the Quietude of Home

My father is in my room, on the computer--which has been relocated there during my absence. The fan is loud and the click and clack of the keyboard are just part of the background. A Haitian radio station plays music and ads from the radio out in the hall, or the kitchen, or the master bedroom, or...somewhere. And still it's quiet. For me it's quiet. The quiet sounds of a quiet house as I lay on my back, one leg crossed over the other's knee, forming this platform--that allows me to write this poem, even now, as I listen to rolling sounds of thunder. A storm is coming...maybe--bringing with it the sounds of water droplets hitting metal and leaves and concrete, bringing with it winds and hints of summer and Florida sunshine and shade. And Still...it'll be quiet.