It circled high above them, riding the wind, free and wild.

He shoved it open, letting in wild wind and wilder rain.

A wild wind rushed through the darkness, chasing the storm front.

He knew the wild wind from the coast must have dropped.

It was a wild, dangerous wind, blowing from the south this time.

A summer storm, full of power and light and wild wind.

His biting comment made her fury rise like the wild wind.

There was no promise nor threat of rain; only the same strong wild, cold wind from the mountains.

The others were far scattered, like leaves blown by the wild wind.

A young clear voice carried to him above the wild wind, and he stopped and looked up.