Did you ever watch a great wave shoot into a winding passage amongst rocks?
If you ever did, you would see that the water rushed every way at once, some of it even turning back and opposing the rest; greater confusion you might see nowhere except in a crowd of frightened people.

Well, the wind was like that, except that it went much faster, and therefore was much wilder, and twisted and shot and curled and dodged and clashed and raved ten times more madly than anything else in creation except human passions.

Diamond saw the threads of the lady's hair streaking it all.

In parts indeed he could not tell which was hair and which was black storm and vapour.

It seemed sometimes that all the great billows of mist-muddy wind were woven out of the crossing lines of North Wind's infinite hair, sweeping in endless intertwistings.