The Corner Office Poem by Amanda Lukas

The rain today patters away on the roof of my building,
and though I sit in an office with no window,
and far, far from the corner,
I can hear its footsteps.
I can see it dancing.

The rain, it falls from furious clouds
onto the red clay of ball fields,
dancing teasingly around leagues of little players,
spoiling another summer day.
It races to the puddles,
tickling them to ripple
and cast giggling reflections of lightning bolts.

And the winds, so fierce and frantic,
play beautiful tunes with violins of willow trees
while lovers nestle in their beds
and children watch from windows
with looks of wonder on their tiny faces.

But, me?
I sit in a dark office,
strategically placed far, far from the corner,
to prove that daydreamers
never get much farther than their daydreams
and those who least appreciate the rain -
those who'd never look -
are the ones most exposed to its beauty.