Gust. A sudden, strong blast of wind.
We've had a few of those lately. This morning, having breakfast on the deck -sunny, a bit breezy but not too bad - enjoying our eggs and Mischa's fresh baked grainy bread, a good old gust blew the coffee out of my cup.
Our huge new French door just arrived on the back of a truck. It's now sitting behind the couch, waiting for the builders to come back next week and knock a hole in the west facing living room wall. Hope there are no gusts that day, it could get ugly.
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