The fourth in a series. Not many have attained me because the way is dim on the wind's breath. Many have given up in their pursuit and moved on. What am I?
You meet me when everything is right. During a time where everything is prosperous, at least in your little part of the world. I am black in color, and I am scared of everything. The next time you see me, I will be strong, and humongous. Who am I?