If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
Dad has good days and bad days. Once in a while, he can be sweet and docile.
Most days we owe him a living.
He was downright despicable this morning. I was seriously ready to throw in the towel. Then I arrived in the office and found a vivid slice of rainbow on the carpet.
Perhaps the Universe is telling me to hang in there. Perhaps I need to put up with the torrent for longer. Perhaps I should go out and buy a slice of rainbow cake, eat it, and relax.