The sky was black, with thick, fast-moving clouds. I looked up and felt the first few large drops of rain hit my face. They were cold, ice-cold. This storm was brewing up to be a wicked one. I smiled, I loved storms, especially wild ones that had lots of wind. The more thunder, lightening and wind the better I liked it. Loved it in fact! They have never scared me, I get excited and full of energy. I feel like I can do anything!
I hear the first far away rumblings of the thunder. See far off flickering of lightning. The rain gets heavier, the skies darker. The huge clouds starting to swirl and twist. I see the first tell-tale signs of a tornado forming. In the back of my mind was the warning of friends and family. They were telling me if I wasn’t careful I would be swept up in one of my storms. I hear the warnings, but I take no heed of them. I feel the rush of emotion, the excitement. I almost feel like I am a part of the wind, that if I could just rise up and join the wind I would be were I belong.
I’m not sure where I am right now, and don’t really care. My only instinct is to run towards the wind. I see the tornado form and get closer to the earth. It can’t be too far off. I hear the wailing’s of the wind, like a steam engine. The rain is beating hard on my head, but I hardly feel it. My heart is pounding in my chest, my breath labored after my run. I see the tornado move closer to where I wait. It zig zags, but heads right at me. I laugh with the sheer joy of it all!
I stand still, my body swaying in the wind. My breath caught in the beauty of what I am witnessing. The huge black funnel cloud is just yards away. I lift my arms up, like a child to its mother. My smile one of joy and acceptance. I feel the wind lift me up. I can hardly believe how light I feel. Higher and higher I go into the wind. I don’t feel any pain, just the love of the wind. Feelings of home. The tornado embraces me, wrapping around me like a mothers arms. I am where I knew I should be. I am home, again.