The treasure at the end of the rainbow is discovering where you belong in this great big world.

There was no reason to look at the sky at that particular moment. He did anyway. In between the grey matter of dusty looking storm clouds clearing the sky he saw the rainbow. It sat there unassuming, not assuming that anyone would particularly notice or care. But he did. Nature painted the sky with a dab of color, green palm, and lighter step in the soul of his shoes. He smiled and gave thanks.