Hah. You people and your "wind". We get regular, tree-knocking-down windstorms up here. I watched a tree nearly topple over at work just the other week, and was all, "This is par for the course."
Then I morphed into a T. Rex and had sex with all the lady T. Rexes, while bench-pressing a Stegosaurus and shooting fire from my penis. Which was enormous.