AN: This is my first ever songfic (not my first story. By the way, Read my story: Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!) I heard the song Under the Weather by K.T. Tunstall and immediately thought of Storm. I think that she is a wonderful character and figured "Why not right her a songfic?" So here is my attempt. I had fun writing it and I hope you like reading it.
P.S. If you don't know the song, the story may not be that interesting to you, but you can still read it. You should hear the song, though because it's really good.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, anything related to it, or the song Under the Weather.
Under the Weather
By: XMENobsession
Ororo Munroe stared out the window at the pouring rain. She was alone in the Mansion; all of the other X-Men had plans to go out that night. But not her. She was normally a very happy and positive person, but it was times like these that she felt lonely. It was times like these that she was…homesick.
The Professor had always been wonderful to her and she greatly appreciated the opportunities he offered her here at the mansion. But Bayville was so different than Kenya; even the rain. There she enjoyed hearing the dripping of water on the trees' leaves. She could almost feel the earth soaking up its cool drink. Here, all she heard was the PING of rain against aluminum gutters.
Under this national rain cloud
I'm getting soaked to the skin
Trying to find my umbrella
But I don't know where to begin
She closed the curtains and stood up to check that the other windows were closed.
And it's simply irrational weather
I can't even hear myself think
Constantly bailing out water
But still feel like I'm gonna sink
She walked into the kitchen, all the windows were closed and so were the front and back doors. What to do now?
She walked to the glass back door and watched the rain. It didn't make her feel any better like it normally did. But she did smile when she noticed the overflowing pool and remembered the fun the entire household had had in the past summer months.
'Cause I'm under the weather, just like the world
So sorry for being so bold
When I turn out the light, you're out of sight
Although I know that I'm not alone
It feels like home…
It feels like home
She decided to try and sleep and started up the stairs. On the way there, she passed a hanging mirror. Ororo gazed at her reflection.
You say you feel like a natural person
You haven't got nothing to hide
So why do you feel imperfection
Cut like a sword in your side
She turned away from it, and wound up facing a large class picture on the opposite wall. Her previous smile widened. She then turned off the hallway light and was encased in darkness, but she followed the familiar path up to her bedroom.
'Cause you're under the weather, just like the world
So sorry for being so bold
When I turn out the light, you're out of sight
Although I know that I'm not alone
Feels like home…
She walked up the steps with happy memories filling her head.
Feels like home…
Kenya was always in the back of her mind, but it was slowly being replaced by the smiling faces of her new family.
Feels like home…
She entered her room. Although she was expecting it to be dark and gloomy, reflecting the storm growing outside, the square room was slowly filling with warmth and light.
Feels like home…
She opened her doors and stepped onto the balcony.
Yes, it feels like home
The sun was pushing through the black clouds that had, just a few minutes ago, covered the sky.
Oh, 'Cause I'm under the weather, just like the world
And I need somebody to hold
When I turn out the light, you're out of sight
Although I know that I'm not alone
She took in a breathe of air and let out a relieved sigh. The wind smelled sweet and the whole world seemed to be at peace. She gave another regal smile as she watched the Professor's Rolls Royce come up the long driveway, followed by Scott's red convertible.
It feels like home.