Storm-Dancing
Posted: 08 May 2014, 21:21
I shake the raindrops off my face and laugh as I whirl through the summer storm.
It's been too long since I've flown like this. Calm-weather flying is exhilarating in its own way, but nothing can surpass storm-flying, or as I like to call it, storm-dancing. The thrill of dodging lightning bolts, riding the ever-changing air, surrounded by the crack and boom of thunder - there's nothing else like it. My friends and family think I'm crazy to enjoy flying in storms. They say it's insane to enjoy the stinging rain, the near misses of crackling lightning, the loss of control to the raging wind. But they don't understand what it's like. I'm not at the mercy of the storm, nowhere even close to it. I just don't have to fight the storm to be in control. Instead of fighting, I dance with the storm. When a sudden gust of wind whips me in a new direction, I turn my wings and ride the wind rather than fighting to stay straight. If you want to survive when storm-dancing you can't fight the storm. If you stop fighting and dance with the storm it won't let you get hurt. You learn to sense when the lightning is about to split the sky, to see where the patches of wind are that will try to tear you apart. You learn to recognize the boom of thunder and the roar of the wind for what it is, not a menacing threat but the song of the storm.
And once the storm's song is in your heart, it never lets you go.
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It's been too long since I've flown like this. Calm-weather flying is exhilarating in its own way, but nothing can surpass storm-flying, or as I like to call it, storm-dancing. The thrill of dodging lightning bolts, riding the ever-changing air, surrounded by the crack and boom of thunder - there's nothing else like it. My friends and family think I'm crazy to enjoy flying in storms. They say it's insane to enjoy the stinging rain, the near misses of crackling lightning, the loss of control to the raging wind. But they don't understand what it's like. I'm not at the mercy of the storm, nowhere even close to it. I just don't have to fight the storm to be in control. Instead of fighting, I dance with the storm. When a sudden gust of wind whips me in a new direction, I turn my wings and ride the wind rather than fighting to stay straight. If you want to survive when storm-dancing you can't fight the storm. If you stop fighting and dance with the storm it won't let you get hurt. You learn to sense when the lightning is about to split the sky, to see where the patches of wind are that will try to tear you apart. You learn to recognize the boom of thunder and the roar of the wind for what it is, not a menacing threat but the song of the storm.
And once the storm's song is in your heart, it never lets you go.
This is also on fanfiction.net - I would love if you left a favorite/review!
Storm-Dancing on Fanfiction.net
