In the spring the wind hissed through the green young shoots.

For a while the wind had hissed through the leaves over my face and then gradually it became quiet all around us.

All the sounds, the rattling and the wind hissing by, were outside.

We used to hear the wind hissing day and night through the sagebrush.

Outside the stone house, cold wind hissed around the eaves, but he didn't hear it.

The frigid wind hissed and beat around them, growing in strength.

A wind hissed through the crack from the passageway beyond.

A cool wind hissed over the stones and he shivered.

The ground was carpeted with old needles, and the wind hissed through the trees.

The wind hissed and whooshed in great rushes of sound.