The Rain

It’s raining every day now, the air is clean and everything is washed. The trees shed their litter like snow. It’s everywhere; these tiny “things” like special K accumulating into a nightmare of cereal all over the ground.
As I leave the car and walk toward my building small puddles reflect my past, my feelings, and my every thought.
The ribbon of my life is wrapped so tightly around this reality that I sometimes forget this is all an illusion.
I believe if I could find the source I would realize and understand the grand prank that has been played on humanity all these eons.
After all we could be nothing more then a virus attacking this living orb that has been sent hurdling through the dark insides of something much larger then we can imagine.