Current Wind Speed And Direction Novels & Stories

If they were not strong enough, they would still stand, and if their roots were not deep enough, they might fall. I watched the leaves swaying to the point of being absorbed, and suddenly I noticed that the direction of the wind didn't seem right. Leaves moved in many different directions, showing that there was not just one wind direction here. I observed the trees closely, discovering that the wind would rotate from time to time, forming a circle in the center of the window. My heart beat so fast that I couldn't control it when I discovered this particular thing. That could be the key for me to uncover the secret of this place.

The moon hung low, giving off light that enabled me to see silhouettes in the dark. My eyes narrowed as I looked beyond the trees in the direction of the woods. The wind blew. It sang my name like it wanted me to follow its source. In no time, I was coated in fur. The cold seeps through our paws. Maya had taken over, and I stepped back, letting her guide our way. Then, she started running at full speed - about 380 kilometers per hour. We do not have any definitive place to go. All we know is that we need to ride the wind and let it run our course.

Most of the time they had their tinted visors down, but they'd periodically raise them at stoplights and such. It was the perfect temperature once they started to move. Windchill could sometimes subtract as much as thirty degrees from the ambient temperature the riders felt. That meant on a ninety degree day, it could feel in the sixties easily. It was mostly dependent on sun, atmospheric pressure, humidity, and the direction of counter breezes, just to name a few.

He stopped the cube for a second, then headed north at full speed. Seeing this shocked Saxon, "Did you find something?" "Yes, remember when I told you about air pressure?" "Yes, cold air rises and hot air falls, right?" "No, well yes but no, I've been checking for changes in the air pressure. I know that wind spirits love strong winds that's why they live in the black plains. The black plains have some of the strongest winds in Lithuania. Just now I felt some strong air pressure concentration in the north and I think I know what it is. If I'm right, I'm 100% sure we will find wind spirits there."

Her long black warrior’s braid had loosened during the night, and several long, dark strands of hair were streaming wildly across her pale cheeks, whipping around her neck like dark silk in the biting mountain breeze. Suddenly, a massive, deafening roar echoed from the deep canyon below. The weather on the northern border was notoriously unstable, but what happened next was a freak anomaly of the mountains. A sudden, violent thermal shift ripped through the valley. The steady eastern breeze didn't just pick up—it completely inverted, turning into a howling, chaotic crosswind that blasted straight up from the canyon floor, throwing a massive cloud of loose snow and blinding white dust right i

It was still a connection to the outside world like a thread that is tying us to the rest of the world. In the middle of the night I woke up to find Stephen not in bed like a person who's missing. I sat up my heart beating fast until I saw him standing by the window like a man who is watching something. He was still his head tilted, as if listening to something like a person who is trying to hear a sound that is far away. I whispered, "Stephen?" He did not turn around like a person who is focused on something. "The wind changed direction Hannah. It is coming from the north now bringing the smell of the pine trees like a breeze that's fresh and clean."

Active meant someone was not waiting for ideal conditions but working within a timeline already in motion. The forest outside shifted with a low rush of wind that passed through the trees and died just as quickly. The sound pressed briefly against the RV’s outer panels and then moved on. Adrian listened to it without looking up. Weather mattered. Wind direction would affect approach, sound carry, thermal signatures once darkness fell. The valley side would trap air differently. Heat would settle there. “If Lena is at A,” Boone said carefully, “we send signal to the others and converge.” “And if we confirm,” one of the men near the rear added, “we call it in.”

A Devil! I noticed the air increased, it became so wild that it could cause a tornado storm. The cloud grew so dark that one may think it's midnight already. I looked around, and I could see a heavy wind coming from the east. It was so coming in form of a tornado just as I feared. I quickly rushed to my car, but it refused to respond. I tried starting it again and again and the shit wasn't responding. I looked back to see the storm at great speed approaching towards my direction.

"But none of you can imagine how hard it is for me right now, how guilty I feel and how desperate I am to help but I can't because I have zero ideas how." I was interjected by the sound of the wind, this time, the breeze grew stronger as the air was filled with a strange electric charge. A massive mass of clouds covered the sun while the winds hummed an eerie song as the air got hotter. "What the actual hell." Zane cursed under his breath. There was no answer as no one could tell what was happening. The wind blasted us angrily raising a pile of sand in the process, my skin and eyes stung at the impact.

The sky behind them was still dark, the storm’s anvil spreading eastward, but ahead the light was different, the late afternoon sun coming through underneath the cloud deck and turning the wheat fields amber. “That’s it,” he said. “The data from the tornado,” she said. “The surface observations you were making.” “I’ll write it up tonight,” he said. “The inflow winds at 13:31,” she said. “I couldn’t see that on radar. The estimate I gave you was fifteen to twenty knots. What were you reading on the portable?” “Twenty seven,” he said. “Gusting to thirty two.” She made the note. “That’s a significant difference,” she said.