Chasing rainbows

They say that there's a pot of gold at every rainbow's end. After thirty-five years of seeing rainbows I still have yet to get a glimpse of the effing pot. Is life cruel or man can't really just be satisfied? I'm tired of following those beautiful flitting butterflies which I can't grasp... and of buying TOTO tickets as I don't have the luck of hitting the jackpot.

I guess it is time to let go and let the rain come. Maybe then I could get see the beauty of spring.