Beer with Lemon

I watched the dark clouds gather
All afternoon long and into
The early evening while stationed
At a shared desk on the seventh floor
Of a gleaming blue office building
All glass, all windows. A quiet purgatory
With a beautiful, panoramic view.

Looked like rain all afternoon,
But the storm did not break
Until I had punched out, until
I had driven home my back tight
My stomach empty and sat down at
My kitchen table, pouring myself a
Beer with lemon while looking
Through my open window at the
Fresh green trees blooming outside,
So much sweet wind pouring
Through my screen window I could only
Bow my head, and consider the thunder.