When she went to the Sisters of the Storm, they told her they could not teach her. They said she could never enter the Sisterhood because she had not been born a woman. But she had power and desire greater than they knew.
So when the storm began to brew over the initiation grounds, she saw her chance. The rain pounded against her and wind blew her for side to side. Lightning flashes blinded her while thunder set her ears ringing. Still she pressed onward.
At the initiation circle, she stood her unflinching in the pounding rain, lightning striking around her, thunder shaking her bones. The woman called out to the storm, “Here I am!” with both arms raised to the sky. The storm stared into her heart and found her worthy. She felt the earth reach up through her to the storm. And the storm reached back.