Mark R Slaughter - The Mirror Struggled lyrics

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