The Rainstorm And The River Are My Brothers

This story is not about me. I have a younger half sister whom I believe is exhibiting some sort of physic abilities. She is extremely intelligent for a five year old, and expresses unnaturally deep sorrow when coming across dead animals or seeing them on television, motivating her to become a self proclaimed vegetarian. Alas, her eating habits and lifestyle are the least of my concerns.

I began to notice she was different from most children about a year ago, before I realized my own strangeness. Every weekend I visit my father, because he only has partial custody of my sister and younger half brother, and so only sees them on the weekends. It happened to be a very sunny afternoon in the early summer, and the morning's weather forecast portrayed nothing but sun and temperatures in the eighties. My father and I decided it would be a wondrous day to go out for lunch and then take the little ones to a nearby park.

After eating until my stomach protruded noticeably, we hopped into the car and took our time getting to the park. My sister, on the way, stated randomly, "Oh, Daddy, I think it is going rain." My father chuckled at her and explained to her how it wasn't supposed to rain all week, but perhaps she would get her wish next week when maybe it wasn't so hot out.

Shortly after this, we got there, and the kids went bananas over the park. They swung about, slid, hung, and jumped from everything in sight. We weren't there for more than an hour and a half, and we left to go for supper at my grandmother's house. After eating again until I could just barely waddle to the car, my father and I dropped the kids off at their mother's house. Again, just as we pulled up to the house, my sister sighed. "I really, really wish it would rain today, Daddy."

As I was helping my brother out of his car seat, I felt little pin pricks on my rump, which was sticking shamelessly out of the car. I wiped off the seat of my pants, by instinct, when I then felt it on my arm. The pricks were freezing, and looking up, I realized it was drizzling. My sister danced about in the rain, opening her mouth to catch the drops.

"See, Daddy? I told you it would rain! You didn't believe me," she laughed, as if his disbelief was a foolish choice. The drizzle only lasted ten minutes.

My father and I still, to this day, notice how she can will things to happen, such as acquiring an object of desire through sheer luck, and has deep empathy for animals. I do believe she might have an ability similar to my own, with which I can communicate with animals through emotion. I want someone else's opinion, besides my father's and my own, on whether or not she does. Rereading this to myself, I realize it doesn't sound very amazing or strange. What if the meteorologist made a mistake in the forecast? A coincidence? I often wonder such things, but that day was truly strange.

One day, last week, she told my grandmother not to be so sad. My grandmother had made a big show of how young and vibrant she felt. She was hiding the fact that she has to go to surgery for her knee, and was actually in a great deal of pain. Not one person caught on that something was wrong until my sister said something over lunch. Can she perceive things? Maybe. Can she just have the ability to see through lies? Perhaps. Please, let me know what you think, so that I may help her control herself, if that is the case.

(Title courtesy of Pocahontas' song, Colors of the Wind)