I like all weather, really. Rain is refreshing, snow is beautiful, hail is fascinating, and sunny days... Well, I'm still from Florida in that I can live off the sun's warmth. And I swear, wind is my friend. I'll stop when I feel it blow and let it speak to me, and it greets me playfully. It guides em to where I need to go and carries me when I feel down. It's a good friend of mine, the wind... and occasionally I can sort of control it. Yeha.
Seriously, one day it was blowing a bit, not too hard just rustling the trees. Unimpressed, I shouted, "Is that all ya got?!" at the sky. Later that day, there was a severe windstorm... erh. And that's not the only incident, just eh one that sticks out in my memory.