The below poem is something I wrote as a creative writing exercise. Just thought I would share, since I haven't posted anything in a while.
The gale force winds blow around me, billowing through the trees.
I do not struggle against the force of the storm as I am flying.
The thrill, the excitement of bringing nature into submission, is exuberance beyond any feeling.
I see the lightning, hear the thunder, and feel the hail against my skin,
But the weather does not move me. I move it by shear dominance of will.
The gusts blow, powerful and strong, but I control them, I move them.
I am the gale force wind, a being of pure element.