On a cold and dark night, James's birth was near. Outside, a terrible storm was brewing.

Thunder roared like a mighty lion. The sound shook the earth, as lightning lit the sky.

At the hospital window, a tornado appeared, spinning and staring as if waiting for something special.

James's parents were anxious, hoping that the storm would pass soon, wishing for their son's safe arrival.

As the moment of James's birth drew closer, the tornado seemed to press closer, its winds wild.

When James cried his first cry, the tornado eased, almost peeking in to see the newborn.

But just as quickly as it had calmed, the tornado spun faster and vanished into the night.

The tale of the mysterious tornado spread wide, becoming the talk of the town and the news.

As James grew up, he was known for his spiral drawings and his fascination with spinning things.

Watching water spiral down the drain, James would spin and smile, enchanted and amused.

Parents and friends watched James's play with awe, realizing he had a mysterious connection with the storm.

James felt at home with the wind and the whirls, a gift from the tornado that greeted him at birth.