It was as if a cold wind had passed between them.

It was as if a great wind, or fire, had passed by here.

A cold wind passes over my body with that thought.

So open, the wind could pass, light shine through him.

All at once, as if a cold wind had passed over him, he felt exposed and vulnerable.

He was so open the wind could pass through him, light shine, shadow fall.

The big wind had passed by and he could hear it receding.

When the winds passed, they crawled through a hole in the floor to find their house gone.

Their gasp was like cold wind passing through dead trees.

The wind passed over them, cooling the sweat on their bodies.