I think I moved to the windiest place on the earth! In Houston we only had wind when a hurricane was on it's way. Maybe that's why I'm a bit anxious when I woke up to the wind hammering against my window. I don't remember this wind from my childhood. I do remember the tumbleweeds. My boys love it when I hit a tumbleweed with my car. They cheer as I plead, "please don't scratch my paint!"
I've been trying to think of a corny line such as "my thoughts are tumbling in my head just as the tumbleweeds roll down the street." But I've got nothing. Consider your self spared, you're welcome.