After a frightening thunderstorm there appeared in the heaven a wonderful rainbow.
Little Henry， who was looking out from the window， cried out in a joyful voice： “I have never seen such marvelous colors in all my life. Down there by the stream， near the old willow tree， the rainbow's colors touch the ground. All the leaves of the trees are certainly full of those wonderful colors. I'll go down there immediately and fill up my water color box.”
He set off for the willow tree as fast as he could go， but to his amazement the poor little boy found himself in the rain and he couldn't see any sign of those colors. Wet to the skin and very sad， he returned home and moaned to his father bout his vain search for the colors of the rainbow.
His father smiled and said： “The colors cannot be collected in any bucket or box. The raindrops shine in the splendor of the rainbow so beautifully colored only for a few moments. This， my son， happens with all the things of this world； we imagine that they are important， but in truth they are only a vague appearance.”