For the ones with electric fingertips and tears that fall like rain.
Those with sore throats from screaming winds that break branches and bury men. Sisters who conjure storms and torrential down pours. The ones that play thunder like music and dance as the lightening strikes.
For the whirlwinds and twisters, pulling the wicked up by their roots, only to toss them aside like playthings.
For the temperate. The temperamental. For the Tempest.

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