With one accord they rose before my eyes and, ignoring me as a baser creature, they stripped away their load of tattered rags and, one by one, they stalked with their tiny shrivelled limbs into the shivering gale of swirling, gusting snow, and disappeared.
"The Coming of the Ice"
G. Peyton Wertenbaker
Like as not it was the patter of the noonday shower, now in full force, gusting through the open jalousies in its daily drenching of the tavern's rear quarters.
"Caribbee"
Thomas Hoover
The blonde girl grinningly faced into the gusting wind to make her cape billow behind her.
"An Encounter in Atlanta"
Ed Howdershelt