The wind was rising and a strong current ran to the north.

The wind rose suddenly and her foot began to feel the cold.

The wind had risen and changed, coming now out of the south.

I have said that a wind rose with the moon.

The sea had become gray, and the wind was rising.

The wind was rising, here on the edge of the forest.

If such a wind could rise, I think it was rising.

Now the wind was close to force fifteen and still rising.

And as if in sympathy with him, a wind was rising.

The wind rose in the clear spring sky and all was silent.