Today's OneWord: Thunder

There once was a boy who literally stole people's thunder. Everyone in town had a jar of thunder, unscrewing the cap just a little each night to let the percussion rumble beneath their feet. It was so they could be spooked and get blood pumping through their veins and feel the cold adrenaline begin to warm up like bubbles on top of a thin broth.

But the boy stole it all, sucking it through a tube into a large glass container, lit up by the night sky as it rained.