The wind, that wind, flows in our blood. It is as common as laundry blown off the line here.
"If you're not from the prairie,
you don't know the wind,
you can't know the wind.
Our cold winds of winter cut right to the core,
Hot summer wind devils can blow down the door.
As children we know as we play any game,
The wind will be there, yet we play just the same.
If you're not from the prairie,
you don't know the wind."
--Dave Bouchard, If You're Not From the Prairie