All we could do was see which way the wind blew and then hit back hard.

Although the range was long, the wind high, and the snow still heavy, too many were hitting.

The wind hit them as they reached the rocky crest.

I pulled myself up on the shelf, but the wind hit me like a warm hand.

Now that we were moving at speed, the wind was hitting the right side of my face.

They keep singing as the wind hits on their faces.

The most the winds will hit is 35 miles an hour.

As we climbed out, a biting wind hit us right in the face.

A keen east wind hit them, blowing from the mouth of the river.

Then the wind and the waves from the storm hit the harbor wall.