Rainbow On A Morning

Thanks Dark – for the nightmares! 
Rain bleeding all over me, 
Like swarms of needling gnats

God what a night! 
I parted the curtains of my ragged tent–
My little hellhole

A single crepuscular ray
Sneaked through a small rent in the filth
Of crawling clouds

I stared cynically
But yep! I admit, the rain was dying down–
My canvas yammered less

Was Nature having a tea break? 
Another ray, fewer drops, lifting hope: 
A winning sun! 

A bird told the story on her flight; 
Even she was looking over at the prism–
The over-arching schism through the gloom

Uplifted, upstanding, I even smiled; 
When Nature turns and shows Her brighter side–
The one with rainbows on a morning

Dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain–
Then She has reminded us: 
Catch Her at Her best