Rainwater bounces off the window glass
Sounding as if a million pebbles are being thrown at
The old Wilson Building
Housing this working lass
Thunder first rumbles
Into a loud atmospheric shake
Then winds down to the slightest of grumbles
A thunder can make
Appearing as if the sky is shouting
Wake up land from your winter nap
The ground hides under it’s cover
Who likes to be shouted at?
Rain washes the structure’s aged bricks anew
A flicker of its youth shines through
But the building is stuck where it is at
What else can a building do?
Alone in the old Wilson building on a new spring day
Housed in a crumbling monument to yesterday
Resisting the urge to run away
I am stuck *tick* tick* typing on my own
Wishing to leave but not go home
Inclined to distraction and letting my mind roam
Encapsulating stifling building made of strong brick on sturdy ground
Has nothing to fear when rain and thunder are around
But wind; now that’s a different story all around
Wind can blow this whole world down
Wanda Swim Strunk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/working-in-the-old-wilson-building-on-new-spring-day/
