Witch-like laughter

Witch-like laughter emanates from the office next door;
The phone rings like a broken chainsaw
No one answers;
Fluorescent lights illuminate hallways
Saturated with cleanliness
Of springy carpet;
Workers parade in eager lines
In well-pressed, pale-blue collared shirts
Past sharp-wooden cubicle planes;
Computer consoles hide faces and inattentive glaze,
My thoughts seep out like grey water from a drain,
It's snowing outside --
White down tumbles like a whisper --
I hope it rains.