The wind came and poured over the dust and the things and Deci.

And then the wind turned and poured over the tide, and all the waves were suddenly rushing out to sea together.

The wind poured through the doorway and scattered loose papers and whipped at their hair.

A fierce, steady wind poured out of the blue heavens and shrilled toward the valley.

That metaphysical wind of wings and twittering calls poured inside me.

The cold wind poured through those, and actually felt rather good.

As heated wet air rises above the oceans, cold winds pour down from the Arctic.

Yet from every side wind was pouring in upon the city.

Then the wind poured through a rip in the paper shoji of one dwelling and the whole wall vanished, leaving only a latticed skeleton.

A gust knocked them down again, and Michel let the wind pour over him.