a cracking morning

Last night we retired during a booming electrical storm. Notmally I'd stay to enjoy the show but it seemed to go on forever. 
This morning early yet another, but closer by with heavy rain. 
Now over its peaceful as ever. The twittering of little wrens in the garden seem amplified. Neon raindrops dangle under silver light, & a lone kookaburra can't hold back an involuntary cackle. The cats are crazy energised; they stalk, then pounce for a quick bout of wrestling.  

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