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