I awakened this morning to a wind storm. Fresh breeze, indeed! It’s a reminder that holy inspiration doesn’t always waft gently and sweetly. Sometimes it bursts in with gale force winds, blowing your hat away!
Fresh Gale!
fresh breeze of the divine
Ariyawen 
I woke up to the same. Personally, I took it as a sign of things to come, and welcome changes on the way. The wind isn’t something we get a lot of here, and I rarely hear it from inside my cabin. But this morning it woke me up, indicating the need to pay attention . . . and listen with my heart.