The roar of the wind sounds like a pounding surf.
Sometimes it sounds like a freight train, careening toward my bedroom window.
This wind does not feel like a tender friend. She shakes the house and brings arctic air for the hostess gift. She slams doors and stomps her feet. You might think I find her annoying, and I do. But deep down, I find her presence comforting. Just so long as she doesn't overstay her visit.