Wonder Whales of the Ohio

Purple Lightning

That fateful encounter with a beautiful creature changed and shaped my life. My first obsession became with dinosaurs and grew into all animals and nature in general. No one believed or cared about my grand discovery which lead to another life carving event, my first story. 

My best friend at the time, we will call him LL, and I had to catch the school bus to his moms house even though we were still in preschool. It was a terrible stormy day. The sky had that nasty green color to it. Clouds looked like they were boiling overhead. The winds were so strong they pushed the bus around on the road. Rain poured in one great heavy haze. 

We were two scared boys on a dark dreary day where the rains poured so hard you could barely see through sheets of water cascading down the windows. The bus bounced along that old river road heading east out of Warsaw. As the thunder shook everything, I stared at the river and thought of my special friend. I slunk down in the seat and began to tell LL a story. 

Long long ago there was a storm just like this. Thunder rumbled so hard it overpowered the scared stomps of our friends. No people existed yet. We were dinosaurs roaming wild across the land. We ate when we wanted, we slept where ever we came to. We were huge, powerful. We feared nothing till the day that storm came. 

The great storm shook the ground. It knocked over the great trees. There is still the stump of one people now call devils tower out west. It threw us to the ground and separated us from our friends and family. The great twisters came down from the sky and scrapped the ground clear everywhere they touched. 

Ice fell from the sky in stones as big as the boulders that roll off the mountains. Then the lightning started. Everyone was lost everyone was scared. We couldn't find each other. Until the purple lightning came down and touched the ground. The purple lightning was special. It has barely been seen again as time moved on. 

When the purple lightning touched the ground everyone  near died, but they didn't they moved through time. They are the same people you see around you here now every day. That purple lightning came to keep us alive. It gave us a second chance. No one remembers that time or that day but me. It was that storm that still echoes in peoples minds why we hide from the thunder. It's why we run out of the rain. The only thing anyone seems to remember somewhere back in their mind is the dangers of that great storm. 

By the time I finished telling the first story I ever LL had calmed down and forgotten what was going on outside. The bus stopped at his house. We were greeted by his mom who was the school nurse. She rushed us in under and umbrella. Little did I know that was to be the birth of a story teller, a new age to a timeless tradition.