At the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold apparently. Now we all know that this is not true in the literal sense, but it is in the metaphorical sense. As our life goes through a thunderstorm, with problems crashing around us making loud noises, gaining our attention and causing us to cover our ears and run for cover, we don’t see the clouds start to drift apart and the sun start to shine through. We just notice the sounds, the flashes, the rain, the hail and the darkness. We miss the start of the rainbow, the forming of it, whether that be a friend with an outstretched hand, or a stranger offering help, that rainbow is what we should look out for. Each crash of thunder that comes closer means it is also on its way to leaving. Storms do not last forever, the come in, they leave. Yes you remember them, but also you don’t think of the rainbow. You speak to your friends and say “did you hear that storm yesterday?” but you don’t say “did you see that rainbow after the storm?”
Storms do not last forever.