See - That ~never~ happens here.
Winds are okay. Long as they don't tear stuff up.
Here, they tear stuff up sometimes. One of the hardest things for me to get used to in this house was that I miss hearing the wind blow at night. Somehow, that wind was something that made it feel that everything was *right* with the world, and I could sleep soundly. Here, it was too quiet. Cept the traffic noise in the front part of the house.