The higher he went, the stronger the wind became.

The wind became contrary at this point, often shifting direction.

The wind became a wall sweeping across the country, a giant stamping on the land.

The boat must keep up an average of nine miles an hour, and the wind was becoming calmer every moment!

If anything the wind had become louder, slamming the door against a wall.

The winds became violent and swept up everything in their path.

By 8:00 am the next morning, the wind had become south, and rain was steadily falling on the island.

Or that the higher I climbed up the 100-foot tree, the more intense the wind became.

Over the past 30 years westerly winds in the area have become faster and moved further south.

The higher they climbed, the harsher and stronger the wind became.