One stormy evening, the sky burst with light, as loud thunder growled like a prowling lion. Little James peered out his window, amazed.

Bright bursts of light, looking like firecrackers, filled the night. James felt a strange pull to the storm outside.

With a crack of thunder, James slipped outside. He stood still, unafraid, feeling the storm's might around him.

As the tornado spun closer, James felt it speak to him. Not with words, but with a force that drew him near.

The tornado's voice was a rush of wind and whirling chaos, telling James he could calm its fury.

Believing his destiny was with the storm, James bravely raised his arm to the spiraling wind.

Swept up, James spiraled in the tornado's embrace, closing his eyes against the blinding lightning.

Bright flashes, electric shocks – James felt the storm's power pulsing through him. It was terrifying and thrilling.

The roaring thunder was like an earthquake in his ears, shaking James to his core as he was tossed around.

Fear and excitement rushed through James' body and mind, reflecting the storm's rage and passion.

He opened his eyes, meeting the electric eyes of the storm. In a moment of silence, he understood his power.

With a deep breath, James steadied his heart. He whispered to the storm, and slowly, it began to quiet.