weird poem about the rain

It keeps raining off and on
like a faucet or quick shower
the thundering soap drops on the floor
as the shower comes on again
we are under sheltor
as the rain makes up it's mind to rain harder
there's mist on my arm
the sliding door is open
Luckily I live alone
because of the tempermental shower
clothes are on
and cool air breaks up summer heat
as the seasons change, I sneeze
with the mist on my arm
Saturday night
and I don't think the shower will detour
the weekenders drinking their easy fix
temporary, temporary
change of rain
(car alarm)