The wind rustled through the trees as if to catch her attention.

He did not die, and the winds still rustled in his hair.

The wind rustled the trees, moving north to south, slowly so it would keep them cool.

A hot wind rustled leaves and blew across his face.

The blue sky was clear above, the wind rustled the grain on which I lay.

The wind rustled against it with the speed of its dive.

A cold wind rustled past her, whispering through the brush.

Birds sang, the wind rustled, and all that sort of thing.

A soft wind rustled the loose strands of her hair.

She could hear the surf on the shore now and a light wind rustled the garden.