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.
