Morning thunderstorms, ones that wake you up in soft rumbles and lulls of rain, have always been my favorite sort. When I don't sleep through the whole night, I can't ever remember my dreams. It hasn't bothered me too much lately though; dreams too often disappoint me.
The sun is up, some ways behind the mass of cloud that has enclosed the mountain. It is a monochromatic, dark, grey-green out the window. Probably the way nature should be.
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