The howling wind clawed his words to shreds as his fingers opened and he relinquished his grip.

During the winter months, the wind would howl down from the north and claw at you, shredding clothing, stripping away heat.

The wind clawed at his tunic and shirt; his hair was tumbled.

The wind clawed at my face, tangling my hair in front of my eyes.

And as the wind clawed at the canvas, tried to tear it away or use it to thrust the vessel down again, Galewrath spun Shipsheartthew, digging the rudder into the furious sea.

The damnable wind clawed at my exposed skin and seeped beneath all my clothes.

We crested the top of the slope, and the wind clawed at my inadequately protected body like a vengeful animal.

The wind clawed at her face as she stepped out on the corner of Main and Mill, and she winced against it as the bus drew away with a smooth diesel growl.

Tendrils curled toward the bed until the winds clawed them apart.

The wind clawed at his coatless back.