Morning thunder: sounds like the name of an herbal tea. I woke a bit disoriented to the rumblings of thunder this morning. It took me a few minutes to figure out what I was hearing behind the higher-pitched whining of juvenile (delinquent) crows--was it something in the house? Was it a truck outside? And why wouldn't it let me just sleep a few minutes more?

By the time I was done with breakfast, the storm had opened its rain gates, wet the streets, and moved on eastward over the mountains.

Morning thunderstorm
washes streets clean, freshens air
to start the day right.