(AIASP) Becoming as One SIEGE

For as long as I can remember, I have been different. I have always felt
attracted, and I mean strongly attracted, to the wind and rain. It's as if the
very make-up of my DNA has been compromised. At various times in my
life, every molecule and atom in my body has reacted to this strange
phenomena. I have walked for hours in the rain, hundreds of times. When
a storm blows through, I quickly get outside into the thick of it, and let the
wind push me around in delirious fascination. The stronger the storm, the
better I like it. It's as if I'm being singled out for a special, thrilling,
purpose.
I don't like or get along very well with my fellow man. I don't know why.
Maybe, . . maybe it's just that they don't "get" it. This world has a
character all of its own, and I "feel" that character every time the wind and
rain batters me around. It's an intoxicating high, one caused by nature
itself, and I can't seem to get enough of it.
And so it is for these reasons that I find myself hanging from this pitiful
cross, in the middle of this giant cornfield, somewhere in the middle of
Iowa, awaiting the arrival of the seasons's first "Category 5" storm. I feel I
have to be here.
The sky is getting darker out in front of me. I have tied myself somewhat
securely to this cross in hopes that the storm will engulf me completely. I
want to feel the intensity rush through me. My goal is to become one with
the storm, to join it , in being. Damn, why am I so different, . .so alone ?

The wind is picking up. Little swirls seem to be flying in every direction.
Lightning begins off in the distance. It begins to hail. It's just me and the
hail out here. Where is everyone else ? Anyone else ? Surely someone
else must enjoy this too. Can hear only the hail falling all around me. Can
hear only the wind now. It's becoming much stronger. Ow ! Ow!!! The hail
has changed direction now, it's coming right at me, horizontally. Sharp
pieces of ice are cutting my face, a little at a time. I've had it! I try to get
down from the cross but now I can't seem to pull my hands back out
through the ropes. The wind is too strong. Lightning strikes about twenty
feet away, and I swear the loud concussion has made me mess my pants.
And still I can't get down.
Isn't there anyone else around to help me ? Doesn't a farmer see me out
here ? Sure it's a foolish thing I've done, but still, get your ass out here
and save me. Please ! Anyone ? Please ?
Through slitted eyes I watch as everything conceivable goes flying by me.
Bales of hay, tools, pieces of 2 x 4 wood, fencing, a John Deere tractor,
and cows. I can hear the cows bawling as they whiz out of sight. The Cat 5
has arrived with all of its fury. Suddenly the bottom of my cross breaks,
sending me tumbling to the ground. At last I am able to pull my hands
free, and I reach down and quickly unhitch my feet. I'm free ! Off flies my
cross, and I stand to meet the storm head-on. I should run but I can't.
I'm fascinated !
The storm is dark and menacing but I'm very excited now. I walk to meet
it. Hail has changed to heavy rain and I'm soaked to the bone in seconds.
It's difficult to keep on my feet, but I put my head down and plod forward.
"I am your son!", I scream into the howling wind. "Take me!" Lightning
strikes again, closer this time, and I feel the electricity. What a sensation!
I knew I was so different ! I knew I shared emotions with storms ! I . . .
am suddenly lifted up and off my feet. Something smashes into the side of
my head and I feel my warm blood running down the side of my neck.
The wind has completely taken me now and I'm beginning to twirl. Round
and around I go, twirling ever faster and faster. The noise is escruciating.
Have I met my maker ? Is this where I belong , inside the workings of
such a storm ?

I feel my body pierced in many different places by many different things.
I am beyond pain now. I am here because nature called me. I am
becoming one with the wind and the rain. The storm is me and I am the
storm.
I must be spinning now at 200 MPH or more. I know I have risen higher
since being sucked into the vortex. At maybe a mile high now, I can see
the entire countryside as we swoop down upon it. Everything and every-
one is trying to get out of our way. This is power. Ultimate power. It's a
very heady experience.
Up and down I go, spinning like crazy. I feel I may be getting ready to
black out. Just as suddenly I feel as if I've been spit out, and find myself
free-falling in utter silence. Head over heels I tumble, until the silence is
shattered by me landing in an alfalfa field. I am pretty sure every bone in
my body is broken, or at least cracked. I have landed on my back, looking
up at the disappearing maelstrom. I think to myself that I have done it !
I have become one with nature. Yes, I really have. Can you hear me ?
Is there anyone out there ? Doesn't anyone feel like I do ? Hello ?
The wind has died down, but still swirls. The rain is still falling, I can feel it
on my face. That's really all I can feel, the rain on my face. I can't feel
anything else.
An experience of a lifetime. What a rush !

Intense. Amazing. From Fascination to Fear and From Fear to Fascination. To surrender to the storm, merge with the storm. Ultimate Power.

Good read!

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WOW! And I thought it would be cool to make out in a thunderstorm at an airstrip with planes flying over!!

Nice story Siege. Becoming one with that storm and nature was powerful. Nature is the most awesome sight to see on this planet and to become part of it in a crazy kind of way just fits. I enjoyed your story and felt the wind blowing in my face as a read it. The hail hurt me though. Especially blowing side ways and hitting ya! Thanks Siege.