Jesse walked on the wet sand, the icy cold waves washing up over his feet. He was soaking wet; his jeans, his shirt, his hair, everything. However, it wasn't just because of the ocean, but also because of the storm he had started.
He saw a group of rocks in the distance, and began to jog. He wanted to get there so he could control the storm rather than controlling it from the lower point on the sand.
Climbing up onto the rocks, he looked around, making sure no one was near by. He didn't want to be seen using his powers.
Jesse began moving his hands, almost as if conducting a symphony, and the rain began to fall harder or lighter, and thunder boomed and lightning flashed.
He saw a group of rocks in the distance, and began to jog. He wanted to get there so he could control the storm rather than controlling it from the lower point on the sand.
Climbing up onto the rocks, he looked around, making sure no one was near by. He didn't want to be seen using his powers.
Jesse began moving his hands, almost as if conducting a symphony, and the rain began to fall harder or lighter, and thunder boomed and lightning flashed.