Clouded, mystified

I am he who rides the lightning
I am he who travels light
I am he who rides high breezes
As I travel through the night

I am he who chases cirrus
It is I who makes them leave
As I rule my clouded kingdom
And I act there as I please

Towards morning I return oft
To the shelter of my realms
To the never ending duties
By which I'm often overwhelmed

I am he who watches always
I am he who speaks of why
It is I you may see often
As you look up at the sky

May the winds always be with you
May the stars act as your guide
As you wander through the dark realms
Of my kingdom, every night