Most people think that at the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold, but that no one ever found the end of the rainbow or ever can.  Speaking of experiences usually considered impossible, here is the personal account given by a man who learned better.

"Twice I have stood at the end of a rainbow as literally and actually as one might stand by a rosebush or a tree.  This is an account of the first time it happened.  I did not exactly find it. It sought me out and came to me.

"I was driving on a country road when a summer shower came up. The thunder and lightning shook the rain loose in torrents.  Then came hail, which fell in large, pounding ice-stones, beating a tattoo on the top and sides of my car.  Then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and the sun's rays began struggling through the cloud rifts.

"At the top of a hill, I pulled out and left the car to look at the rain-washed landscape.  That was when I saw a large and brilliant rainbow reaching far across a valley and seeming to come down behind some hills several miles away.

"I stood there thinking how far away the end of that rainbow must be.  If one started out to reach it he would only find it farther away each time he arrived where it had appeared to be. He could not even find that place, because the great arc of color would have faded from the sky before he could reach it.

"All at once it occurred to me that a rainbow has two ends.  When I turned to find out where the other end came down, I did not see it at first, for the reason that it came down at my feet, and the trees and ground ahead of me were in it.  Its vari-colored light was flooding around them like colored lights upon a stage.

"I thrust one hand into it to be sure it was not a dream or hallucination.  Sure enough it was there, and I could see my hand bathed in its transparent colors.  On the ground I could see my feet in the same tinted mist.  I know they were mine, for I moved them to make sure.

"Did I find a pot of gold?  No, not in the ordinary sense of the words, but in their truer sense I feel that I found treasure worth a great deal more.  I found it in the things the experience had taught me.

"First, I learned that the end of the rainbow is not inaccessible, and though we may not reach it by searching for it, if we live in the spirit of hope it may some day seek us out.  Its glorious symbol of promise is a phase of the goodness and mercy of God which follow us all the days of our lives.

"Second, I learned that we may often miss the end of the rainbow because we look at the one farthest away across the hills when the nearer end may come down at our very feet.  We do it the hard way when doing it the easy way would bring results.

"Third, I was reminded that nothing beautiful and good is really out of reach, that many seemingly impossible things would be possible if we would only let them be, and that much to which we cannot go will come to us if we keep within its reach.

"Yes, one thing more.  Fourth, I realized the half-pondered fact that we never have a rainbow unless we have a cloud."