And as she lay on the floor, sweaty and dirty and out of breath, the wind increased and so did their haunting whisper: "You cannot succeed! You cannot win this fight!" But suddenly she got mad. 'Who are they to call me loser? How dare they call me weak?' So she rose up from the dirty ground, stronger than before, her eyes glowing in utter madness to punish those who underestimated her, to gain what was hers all along. So she rose and stood up while her sight raged with anger, she raised her arms and called: "Nobody calls me weak! I am the rain, the lightning and the thunder. You cannot defeat me for I am nature itself, pure energy forming an unnatural strength, powerful and unstoppable like waves in a storm." - excerpt from a book I'll never write