Rain

I am past the raining stage and i am past the pouring stage.  I am now to the someone punches you in the face and steals your umbrella stage.  So, when it rains it pours, and when it pours someone punches you in the face and steals your umbrella.  Why does my life feel like this?  Why is it that when i say things can't get worse someone steals my umbrella?  Everyone hates me for no good reason.  Now, I use the term everyone loosely because if you are reading this either you like me or you are scoping everything in my life out in order to find a clear shot with a sniper rifle.  (I work at noon at Outback...the trees would give great cover)  I just feel like I didn't get the memo that I am an asshole, an exact term that i have heard to describe myself in more than one conversation.  I don't know.  Maybe I did get the memo and I just lost it or forgot to RSVP or something like that.  But that is ok, because when it rains it pours and when it pours someone steals your umbrella, but the amazing thing about not having an umbrella is that nobody can see your tears for the rain.  Crying in the rain gives me the feeling that the world can feel my pain and cry with me.  It can thunder and lightning and I can scream and yell but after the show is over and all is said and done it is just water falling from the skies making love with the water falling from my eyes.  It is a beautiful thing....