What Does Wind Sound Like?

Do we have the words?

Have you ever tried to describe the wind?

I have been listening to a hungry wind outside for a few hours this evening, testing the limits of my vocabulary. When it gusts, there is a rushing sound like crashing ocean waves, growing and falling as the ebb and flow of tides.

Sometimes it sounds like a jet plane flying low overhead, pushing fast and steady, then trailing off in the distance. Just when I think it is going to taper off, there is a forceful percussion blast that wraps itself around my tiny abode, making it shiver.

I can imagine the wind prowling around out there looking for something to devour. It reaches into corners and through cracks in the barn wall, skulking in at window edges, trying to pry up shingles.

Wind is neither visible nor alive, but I see its force on every moving thing as it passes by, and its energy feels more alive than anything, strumming its way through waving trees.

Wind whooshes, murmers, howls, shrieks, hums, moans, whispers, and sets imagination alight.