James peered out the window as a tornado lit up the sky like firecrackers, and thunder roared like a mighty lion. The world outside seemed angry, fierce, and loud.

Unlike other children, James wasn't scared. He felt an odd pull towards the storm, an urge to understand its wild song.

Stepping outside, the wind danced around him. The tornado was close, its massive form twisting furiously.

James stood firm, his heart pounding. It was as if the tornado had a voice that whispered just to him.

The voice told him it was his destiny to dance with the storm, to be the one to calm its rage.

Lifting his arm, the tornado embraced him, pulling him into a swirling waltz of wind.

Swirled around, James closed his eyes as lightning streaked the dark, each flash an electric shock.

With his eyes open, blinding light filled his vision, the storm's power pulsing through him.

Thunder echoed in his ears, a roar so loud it shook his very bones, but he held on.

Tossed and turned by the wind, fear and excitement flooded through him, yet he felt a strange peace.

The storm's anger seemed to melt away, matching James's calm as it slowly ceased its furious dance.

Lowered gently to the ground, James felt changed. The storm had passed, leaving a silent awe in its wake.