wind-swept

Fans and novices soon became swept up in the movement, tracing each work like buried treasure.

There are three things a wise man will not trust: the wind, the sunshine of an April day, and woman's plighted faith.

Then the door opened, the portiere was swept aside, and Anselme announced "Monsieur de Garnache."

But there was a breeze blowing, a choppy, stiff wind that whipped the water into froth.

The man that giveth heed to lying visions, is like to him that catcheth at a shadow, and followeth after the wind.

It was a cloudy, stormy evening: high wind was blowing, and the branches of the trees groaned and creaked above our heads.