Once every 28 years, according to the rabbis, we get to bless the sun. This is a custom that most people will experience only once or twice in their lifetime. In overcast Seattle, the sun didn't come out until almost noon. I was running some last errands before the seder and saw the sun peek through the clouds, so I quickly said the blessing praising God for the work of creation.
Here is a short article from the Washington Post about a gathering at sunrise this morning at the Lincoln Memorial. Wish I'd thought to sing "Morning has broken" or "Here comes the sun!"