Atmospheric.
That's one fiece wind in the willows out there.
No, not the Kenneth Grahame tale.
Closer to the Algernon Blackwood one.
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/15143/15143-h/15143-h.htm
We missed having a blizzard here by a cat's whisker, but we still have gale-force winds whipping through Wormtown. As I sit in my drafty office at the bookstore printing postage for outgoing packages, it sounds like inhuman voices keening behind my back.
My magical bookshelves manifested BASIL OF BAKER STREET and AMBER: A VERY PERSONAL CAT for me this morning. They seem to agree with some of my Gentle Readers that a steady diet of horror is making me morbid.