Rainbows

Today I was told that I need to grieve.
I don't like grieving- there is such finality in grieving.
I was told by someone with wisdom that I was in denial.
I was the man who chased the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow- of many many rainbows only to be disappointed once again. With great hope I would wait for another rainbow only to find my hands empty and my heart wanting.
Today I was told that I must give up my dream of rainbows, leprechauns,and shiny pots and replace my promised filled sky with torrential downpours and lightening strikes. Sound like a fair trade?
perhaps only if you are unicorn.