“You’re going in there?” The look on his scrunched up face said it all.

“Of course I am. It’s my creation.”

He shakes his head. “Weather isn’t a creation. It’s a force of nature and cannot be controlled.”

I laugh. “Not by you. But I’ve got my secrets.”

I open the door but the wind pulls it out of my hand and slams it against the wall, leaving a hole in the drywall. “At least take an umbrella or a jacket!” He yells, but I can only smile.

I take two steps into the room. The wind is lashing out...