Most people dread a windy day, but for the speaker it's the best kind of weather. The wind makes them feel strong and confident, and the poem shows this through the body: head lifted higher, shoulders pulled back, a walk like a model's. Feeling powerful here isn't something abstract. It shows in how the speaker carries themselves down the street.
The second stanza goes further, with the speaker feeling as though they have "conjured" the wind, as if the storm answers to them. There's a nice contrast with the crowd, who cover up and clutch their hair, while the speaker lets theirs "run wild." Where others protect themselves, the speaker opens up. The final line, set apart on its own, states the point plainly: they see beauty in the storm and adore it. The mood is bold, free, and a little defiant, a quiet celebration of being at ease when everyone else is bracing.