Current Wind Speed And Direction Novels & Stories

Winona had them gather in the master bedroom bathroom for protection as the winds increased. Once it was dark out, it was pitch black except for some lightening. The howl of the winds increased as the hours passed until it was a loud roaring sound with the rain coming down sideways toward the house. “Did they say where the eye would hit?” Amber asked. Winona pointed out the window to the coast. “They said here somewhere right near here.” She almost shouted so they could here. “Great.” Jessica said and held Katie. Winona went to the window and gasped. “Come here.”

The weather angel exerted his strength even more, the wind was blowing very hard, until the fallen leaves were carried by the wind. His gusts were getting bigger and bigger. Like a hurricane, rolling up anything in the forest meant Orthus. The wind coils made Orthus swirl in the wind coils that Michael controlled.

The wind suddenly grew stronger. Almost as if the ocean wanted to prove his point. Thomas continued. "The weather service changed the forecast during the night." Adrian frowned. "How bad?" Thomas looked back toward the horizon. Lightning flashed briefly within the dark clouds. Far away. But visible. Even in daylight. Lily swallowed. "The storm changed direction," Thomas said. "It's heading straight here." Silence. A heavy silence. The kind Lily remembered from the cave. The kind she hated. Then Elena stepped outside.

The clouds had been building since morning — I had noticed without fully registering it, too occupied with other priorities. Now I registered it. Heavy, dark, moving with the particular speed of a system that had already made its decision. The wind off the water had shifted direction, picked up in the last hour and the smell of it was different — charged, heavy with incoming rain. "There's no better shelter here," I said.

He was reading a paperback novel, his feet tucked under him, a mug of tea steaming on the coaster Cale had insisted they use. "What is dropping?" Elion asked. "The stock market? We don't have stocks." "The barometric pressure," Cale said, tapping the glass again. "It has dropped ten millibars in the last hour. That indicates a rapid cyclogenesis." "In English, Cale." "A storm," Cale said. "A big one." "It's the Pacific Northwest in November. Storms are the default setting." "This is not default," Cale insisted. He turned from the wall and walked to the window. "The wind velocity is increasing. I can hear the shear against the siding. It is... aggressive."

Tsk, she's so full of herself. "As I said, be careful, you might swallow all your words. Don't say that I didn't warn you. Good luck" I smiled and stood straight. "Start!" I stared at the different parts of the gun at the table. I even heard the crowds complain as to why I am still not making any move. I tilted my head as I smirked. Let's count then... 3.. I feel the gust of wind. The wind is blowing from east to west. 2 .. I opened my eyes still feeling the wind. It changes, from east-to-west to south to north. I smiled, perfect!

said the sufficiently intelligent Leopoldo, explaining the geographic location of their archipelago. “Yes– The southwest wind is prevailing in this time of the year, for summer and fall. The northeast trade wind is coming in October to June,” added Ben Bantoc. “Uh-huh…It would be treacherous going to the west precipices if it’s raining. As I’ve said, and reckoned, we’re down to two houses. There’s a hut near the bur grasses and there’s one at the uppermost part.” “They said a poor woman owns the hut alone to the crag after the annoying sandburs.”

The sky is becoming dark. The captain sat lazily in the navigation seat. Sometimes the chair rotates. Alerts from the control room are blaring on the radio. The blue sky has gone dark..Sea crows catch fish and play in groups. Then, when the big waves come, they are blown away and sit in the sea again….The cold wind came up to the bridge as well. "No crane operation today. The wind is more than yesterday. 25-28kt." Safety officer started saying.

Maybe wind isn't the best word. I think back to what happened down by the church, but how to describe it in words ? I push in ‘wind’ and look down over the results. I spot an online encyclopedia about wind. I click on the link, finding a lot of explanations but nothing about wind following a person. The word mythology seems to jump at me and I read: "In Greek mythology the northern wind is named Boreas, the southern wind is Notos, the western wind is called Zephyros and the eastern wind is named Euros". Boreas is marked with a link and I click on that.

I know only what Jozef wants to share about his past, which is very little. We need somebody on the east approach who can be there without being seen. He’s in position. "Two minutes," Olive says in my ear. His voice is tense. I know he’s scared about today. I made him a promise and I fully intend to keep it. "Copy." "Max, your call on the southwest perimeter ghost." Max’s voice comes through the comms, dry as dust. "Already on him. Wind picked up. Gusting to nine knots from the northeast. Adjusting."