A loud roar filled the sky as James looked out the window. The clouds were dark, and the wind was strong.

The trees danced wildly in the gusts, and James could hear the thunder. It sounded like a lion's mighty roar.

Without thinking, James opened the door and stepped outside. The air buzzed with electricity, and he felt a pull towards the swirling chaos.

Mama called out, 'James, come back!' But the wind snatched her words away, and James walked on, unafraid.

The tornado was close, lighting the sky like fireworks. James felt it speaking to him in a way he could understand.

The tornado told James of his destiny. Only he could unite with the storm and temper its rage.

With courage, James raised his arm to the sky. The winds embraced him, lifting him off the ground.

Surrounded by spiraling winds, James closed his eyes. Lightning flashed, forcing him to shield his vision.

An electric shock ran through James. Every flash of light, every roar of thunder filled him with awe.

James felt the strength of the storm, its fury, and its beauty. The tornado's rage became his strength.

Slowly, the tornado calmed. With James at its heart, it grew quiet, and the sky cleared.

Gently set back on the ground, James saw Mama running to him. Together, they watched the last clouds drift away.