I grew up in Colorado on a 21 acre hobby farm at about 7300 feet elevation. A hobby farm is one supported by outside income.
Being semi-arid, the skies could be exceptionally clear. The winds could gust to over 60 mph.
There were nights with clouds like blades, and the searching moon supervised the wind's scrubbing of the land. The wind barked, complained, boomed and threw unmoored objects as if in a tantrum.
Sometimes it seemed as if the wind blew through me, scrubbing me as well.