The Mighty Wind: O' Wind a'blowing all day long. O'Wind that sings so loud a song.
I was rather bewildered by this word prompt. I couldn't get visual at all. While I felt a presence when I thought about wind, it was difficult to get beyond storms and blowing leaves.
Interestingly, the poem Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson that I read and was touched by decades ago came back to me. Actually I was haunted by the last phraset. It says it all for me.
The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson
I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!