On The Lookout

Picture by Harrison Weir

I listen to the falling rain

Unpredictable erratic

My radio is tuning out

A kind of autocratic static

The state of things are doubtful

 My seams no longer seem

All my edges looking borderline

Raindrops threatening to teem

Way out signs are hard to see
Entrances are blocked
No turning back despondently
Where opportunity once knocked