Who’ll Stop The Rain

I hardly ever leave my house

Answering the phone is a pain

I cringe like a mouse

In the spotlight again

I feel anxious and threatened

A load of trash blocks my way

The door slams shut every split second

I sit in my chair, am I here to stay?

I hear a cold Autumn wind blow

Rustling leaves against the window-pane

I cannot stop the noise and it has begun to snow

Falling began long ago, who is here to stop the rain?

Ivor Steven (c) March 2022