Sideways Rain

walking back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
struggling so
as it whips down wood
on lollipop flavoured rain
at time X of variable Y

the intercom sparks to life
and yells through the tiles
shaking them down to the clouds
from a lovely, shimmering blanket
dark as pitch
gone out of use
with rubber mats on top
so as not to get corn syrup
spilled

for no one likes their porch frame sticky
but if one is to miss
and get kool-aid on the sky
we can always wash it down
with sideways rain from the mind