mysterious. No one knows for sure what they are going to bring. They can be loud and booming with lighting striking the earth and thunder clapping every few minutes. They can bring little rain with heat lightning or they can bring the threat of tornadoes. Afterwards, the earth is calm and everything goes back to normal. Greenery regrows and people work together to bring back order.
I think of the clouds rolling in and the thunder. The way lighting looks against the darkened sky. No rain. Even on a warm summer day, the wind that brings a storm always feels different, cooler.
Just when I am about to give up, I feel a shift in the wind. The breeze blows my hair in front of my face. The heat dwindles and cool air moves in. I concentrate harder on the weather. The darkness that comes with a summer storm. The ominous bluish gray coloring in the sky. Everything.
“It’s working, Ryanne. Open your eyes.” When I open my eyes, I no longer have to squint to see. The sun isn’t out anymore. In its place are tenebrous clouds. Everything that I had just visualized is here exactly as I envision it.
“I did that?” I whisper to myself. I still can’t believe that I’m able to do any of these things; that magic actually exists.
The wind starts picking up more. Concentrating hard, I think about the sunshine—about how it feels to just sit outside during the spring. Not too hot; not too cold. I think about the way the light reflects off everything, brightening the world around me; the sounds of birds chirping, bees buzzing, and animals scurrying through the trees.
The wind starts to die down. The cool air disappears, while the heat reappears. Through my eyelids, I see the light return. The sun warms my chilled skin, inviting me to open my eyes again. Everything is like it was when we first came outside. Without my permission, a smile escapes.
“Good job! It looks like you are able to control the weather whenever. It just takes more concentration. However, it’s stronger when you’re emotions are brought into play, I think.”
“How about we see if she can do anything else? I have a feeling that there is more to her powers,” says Tom.
“Sure, umm, David, come here,” Claire calls. David gets up from the log and walks towards Claire. “I want you to see if Ryanne can move things with her mind like you can.” I forgot that David is telekinetic. I’ve never seen him use his powers.
As if he could read my mind, he explains, “I don’t use my powers often, because I don’t want to get too used to them. I want to live like everyone else. It’s easier that way, but they do come in handy sometimes.” I understand that. I’m doing the same thing with the mind-reading. It’s easier to not read everyone’s mind.
He stops beside me and folds his arms across his chest and looks around the yard for a little bit. Seeming to find what he’s looking for, he turns towards me.
“Ok, Ryanne, I want you to look at that tree branch lying off to the side over there,” He points across the yard to a small branch. “Do you see it? I want you to try and bring it towards us, slowly. In your mind, picture what you want to happen. I find it easier than trying to say what you want. Picture it. Feel the power running through your body. Try to grab onto a strand of that energy and harness it. Bring it to the front and force it out. Push your energy towards the branch and mentally grab onto it.”
I don’t close my eyes this time. I just stare at the branch, willing it come to me. I don’t have to try very hard. After the first couple of seconds, the branch starts vibrating on the ground—like a cell phone does when placed on a hard surface. I can feel the energy and power running through my body. It feels like I am in a massage chair. When you first sit down in a massage chair, the feeling isn’t exactly pleasant, but your body adjusts to it and you start to feel relaxed. This magic is the same way. At first, it feels like pins and needles spreading throughout my body, but the more I start to use it, the more my body gets accustomed to it and I welcome it.
Mentally, I begin to search