Answer:
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
Although glory but not at my best. Power will fall to me when the man who made me dies.
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.
I give people a huge fright but at the end I'm sweet. I normally celebrate at night when there's less heat.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?