The rain suddenly increased, the wind grew stronger, and the door flew open.

The following wind had been growing stronger for quite some time, a small, logical part of her realized.

They climbed steadily, and the wind grew a little cold.

The wind became even stronger, and grew almost to a gale.

With every step he took the wind grew stronger.

The wind grew more chill, blowing out of the north.

It seemed the wind grew louder and she was flying out towards the water.

The wind grew stronger, though the trunk blocked most of it.

Although the sleet had stopped, the wind was growing more fierce.

The wind grew stronger, bringing the scent of old death.