Outside, the wind of Jehovah still beat on the door, trying to enter.

The wind increased and beat against him until he could barely stand.

The wind and the blinding rain beat about him.

The wind and the water beat at us like fists.

The wood shook and hammered, like a giant wind was beating against it.

They tried to run but the wind beat them back.

The wind was beating more wildly than ever, and a drop or two of rain splashed onto Will's face.

The frigid wind hissed and beat around them, growing in strength.

The wind was beating straight down on them now.

The air crackled and wind beat the outside of the tent.