On the drive to work this morning I saw a perfect rainbow in the sky. I could almost make out where the end of the rainbow was. I wanted to drive off the road and head to where the pot of gold is supposed to be. But I imagine leprechauns would be guarding it.
The sky is all dark now, and pouring with rain. I wanted to go out for a run, and now I can't. The promise of the rainbow is gone without a trace, dampened by the cold wet liquid falling from the sky.
I want to cry too, like the heavy despairing heavens. Is there hope for us when there is none from above?