We tumble down and the wind plucks at our hair.

She started down, flat on her belly as the wind plucked at her.

Down the path to the small enclosure, where the wind, picking up, plucked at the bells.

He stood, and the wind plucked at his straight black hair.

She shook back her hair impatiently as the wind plucked at it.

A little wind played with the garland, plucked a leaf and sent it spinning.

The wind plucked at her and whistled through the framework.

A wind plucked his hair and stung a tear from his eye.

As they belted over the top of the wheel, the wind plucked his laughter away into the night.

The wind plucked at the garment, nudged it closer to the edge.