Wind Blowers
I am convince that God (or whoever/whatever it is that controls stuff) has a giant wind blower in order to create the wind we experience.
I remember when my Mom would calm my nerves about tornadoes and such by telling me stories about how each kind of weather is symbolic of something God was feeling or doing. (Rain = crying, earthquakes = throwing a tantrum over frustrations of mankind, thunder - laughter, lighting - him opening his glorious eyes and looking at his creation with love) I never heard what tornadoes and hurricanes were.
Probably the suction of the toilet after he took a dump. Or the swirl of the drain water after a long bubble bath.
It explains so much.