When I was a child I used to concentrate to imagine the clouds shaped at my will... closest thing to magic the way I remember it. Now it's even in some of my songs...
but when she's alone leaves swirl and clear her path
and suddenly above clouds drift in fancy shapes
But when she's alone she gives in in careless flight
and thus she becomes the Queen of her Realm
that's lovely! I had something similar, where if i wished hard enough, i could make it snow. oddly enough, i knew this wouldn't work off season. strange how fantasy often reflects the land where our mind worked when we were children!
oh the power of imagination of a child...still I try not to lose that "spark", so try it next time it's winter, maybe it will snow