As I type, a contender is approaching, but as usual is heading too far north to be much fun. I went out anyway to photograph the wind. Strange, my camera has settings for flowers, mountains, a lady with hair like Marlo Thomas, and persons standing in front of houses, but no wind setting. One must improvise. At the local high school a sea of leaves was sporadically (but frantically) blowing across the soccer field. I would have sat down to enjoy them whipping past, get some eye-level blurs, but the grass was wet and I was still a bit filth-shy because of last week's mistake in the snow goose field.
Some of these leaves in this picture are actually airborne. In a real storm I would not be able to photograph them at all, because I would be flowing with them, and we would all end up way over on the other side, behind the portable classroom.
Wait, I just heard a hearty gust outside, and the pyramid cedar has wobbled enough to activate the motion detector. Oh please, storm, stop with the teasing. Be a big bad wolf. Blow my house down.