1 What A Weather

Amidst a breathtaking panoramic vista of the city skyline, lay John's indispensable workplace—an enclave dedicated to the science of weatherology(yes, you can say meteorology). On his computer screen, a flicker of life heralded the arrival of the latest satellite imagery and weather models. With a measured inhalation, he diligently scrutinized the prevailing weather conditions, methodically dissecting data from a network of weather stations across the region and meticulously dissecting the most recent model forecasts.

His duty was clear: convey this vital information to various media outlets and pertinent stakeholders.

As the sun gracefully descended beyond his window, John immersed himself in radar images, engaging in animated discussions with his colleagues regarding the day's forecasts. Ideas and theories flowed freely, each interaction refining their predictions. His nimble fingers danced across the keyboard, updating forecast graphics, and preparing for the next task, all while keeping a watchful eye on the clock.

"It's that time again... ugh! Why must I go out when a tempest rages outside?"

John secured his weatherproof jacket, clutched his trusty anemometer, and ventured into fieldwork. On this particular evening, his destination was a local weather station, where he would painstakingly calibrate instruments to ensure the utmost data accuracy.

Woosh

Tap, Tap, Tap

Departing from the cocoon of his weather forecasting center, John was greeted by the relentless fury of the storm they had diligently analyzed. Struggling towards his vehicle, the wind and torrential rain conspired to thwart his vision, raindrops assaulting his pupils, and the howling wind providing no respite.

"Damnit! I can't see a thing. Where's my car?"

Dark clouds converged overhead, lightning streaked across the heavens, and thunder rumbled like an irate deity. Undaunted by the tempest, John persevered and eventually arrived at his destination.

"Ah, finally indoors and dry. Honestly, driving in this weather was the last thing on my mind. But you've got to do what you've got to do."

Minutes crawled by, and John sat transfixed by the tumultuous spectacle unfolding outside his windshield. The storm had unleashed its unrestrained fury upon the world. Rain cascaded in blinding sheets, and the tempestuous winds howled like vengeful spirits, ceaselessly tugging at his car's frame, veering it unpredictably from side to side. A growing sense of apprehension compelled him to ease his foot on the accelerator, choosing the path of caution.

"Huh? What's that?"

As John delved deeper into the heart of the tempest, his senses were overwhelmed by the relentless storm. Then, in a fateful turn of events, an unforeseen twist of destiny unfolded. Suddenly, amidst the storm's cacophony, a deafening horn blared—a colossal truck, driven by a shadowy figure, Swerved into his trajectory without warning.

Time seemed to stand still as he stared at the falling rain drops. John knew he was on the precipice of a life-or-death struggle. His mind raced, fueled by a potent fear of death. His mind wandered back to a poignant childhood memory that had shaped his current path in life.

He was just a young boy, standing alone in the midst of a vast, desolate field on a stormy afternoon. Dark clouds loomed overhead, pregnant with raindrops ready to burst. The wind howled, carrying an eerie sense of foreboding. Thunder rolled in the distance, adding an ominous soundtrack to the scene.

His family had suffered a devastating loss—a tornado had ripped through their small town, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Homes were torn apart, lives shattered, and hope seemed to vanish like the debris carried away by the merciless winds.

In that desolate field, John stood amidst the remnants of what was once his family's home. Broken shards of glass and splintered wood surrounded him, remnants of a life that had been abruptly torn apart. Tears mixed with raindrops as he surveyed the devastation before him.

But amidst the wreckage and loss, a sense of curiosity welled up within him. He found himself captivated by the very forces of nature that had brought such destruction upon his world. With wide, searching eyes, he watched as the storm raged on, nature's fury mirrored in his young, resilient spirit.

In that pivotal moment, a seed was planted. John realized that he wanted to understand the weather, to decipher its patterns and harness its knowledge. He wanted to ensure that no one else would suffer the same devastation that had befallen his family. He yearned to bring a sense of preparedness and hope to those who faced the wrath of the elements.

'Ah...how familiar... When did I lose sight of this dream of mine? When was I pushed away from it? Have all those years of relentless pursuit and study been in vain?'

At moment, everything went dark.

'Hmm...? Who is shaking me so forcefully? Stop it… it hurts... I can't discern this person's appearance... everything is so... hazy…'

"...the warmth... It doesn't hurt anymore. Have I passed away? Wait, is that a light? Why is it approaching so fast? Whoa!"

"Aghr!? Everything's so blurry. Why does it feel like I'm being touched? My eyes... They won't adjust. Huh? There are people. I can barely discern two figures. Huh?!"

"How? This person is lifting me with his bare hands. A man in his early 40s, weighing over 90 kilos. But why does it seem like he's supporting my head and feet simultaneously? It would make more sense for him to carry me with both arms under my back and knees. Am... Am I... No way..."

John stretched out his hand and couldn't believe what he saw. His hand was the size of a newborn baby's.

"A-AM I A NEWBORN?!"