I recently read some indian legends and a couple of them sounded like descriptions of tornadoes. Black Wind Man was an angry brave who wandered the plains destroying any villages in his path. Another was Coyote and the whirlwind.
Reminds me of “The Battle of Fallen Timbers”, where U.S. troops fought against a group of Indians at a site that acquired its name from all the trees that had been blown down from some kind of windstorm. Now, wind storms take their gratest toll on wood, and because of rot, the evidence of the destruction doesn’t last all that long, so that upcoming generationsw of humans might be scratching their heads as to why something was named what it was named...